Amy Silbergeld
Stain
I can come to miles easy
as away
is easy even occasionally
to wake halfway
through the night to
remember your skin(if I hadn’t lined up with the other prep school girls in the old dance room for
crested blazers and how-many-inches-is-your-waist-round skirts)if I had, and I have come into the same two-way mirrorcome dressing rooms
come churches
come hospitalsI have found myself in
the corners of my eyes as
black and dry some morningsI have been silt, come
miles here walkingaccidentally into backroom charcoal burn to find you
I have come nervously made up with brown and torn stockings on
city lines to find you, me, a mirror, every time
by Amy Silbergeld