Phenomenology of the body as reflection

The moon: I was told it’s steadfast, it never leaves.
It watches from behind its curtains, sometimes letting
its full face show. The stars, on the other hand,
plant asterisks across darkness that is both desert

and field. I’ve been thinking of finally writing down
stories from that other time, the ones where the father
leaves for work in the mornings and the mother scrubs
the old-new house from top to bottom, erasing as much

of its histories as she could. She spoke of the oil portrait
of a president hanging in the foyer. A hired boy murmured
things to himself as he separated vine from flowering shrub.
The bathroom tiles were white and cold. Bright holding cell

with the sheen of bone, nothing gave beneath my slight weight, under
my small hand. High in the eaves a gecko sang Be brave, be brave.

3 Replies to “Phenomenology of the body as reflection”

    1. Facebook uses such tools to track the movements of people when they’re not on Facebook, so I didn’t feel right continuing to enable that. You can of course still grab the post permalink and share it as an update on Facebook.

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.