“
You like it
when the mirror
cuts you in half,
thighs pulled apart and then
sewed back together again
a smaller mosaic.
Something about the lie of a
reflection,
how the line in the middle always
takes a thing and makes two of it.
How you pull the string and
the body bleeds into the floorboards.
Nothing heals like the wall that
can shrink you down to the size of
a dream,
the size of a vision.
No one wants a room that can’t
see them.
—CAITLYN SIEHL,
ROOM.
