Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia PlathI am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.What I see before me, I become immediately.I am untainted by desire or hate.I am not hurtful, I cannot lie --I am small, but all-seeing.I spend my days gazing on a movie poster opposite me.The wall is cracked plaster. I know it's every freckle.Every crack, every defect, every flaw is part of me.Light and shadow, Faces through time interrupt me.Now I am a prism, refracting all possibilities.A man. He wasn’t rough, but gently went after what he wanted or needed. ‘There can’t be too much left for him?’ I asked. Michelle smiled and said, ‘When they are older, they don’t need to be fed, just comforted. There is quite a bit left for him though. He is a greedy one, isn’t he?’ The little girl that had brought the toddler to her Mom was standing in front of me. I asked her if she wanted to sit with her Mother. She looked a little confused until an older sister said something in French. The girl.Read More