Steam from the shower clouds the mirror
except for the lower left corner above the lit candle.
The dry corner, blue as ice and shaped like a flame,
reflects my hip and smoky taupe tile.
There's even a bit of my hand and a piece of the shower curtain
called "Disco, which has silver facets stamped in the plastic.
I'm leaving my wet body to live on the other side of the mirror--
like looking in through a hole in the second-floor window.
Where am I standing? On a ladder?
Who is that dripping and coated with steam?
What is she staring at?
That dry bit of mirror,
the shape of a flame.
"Surprise" was published in The Dark Opens, a collection of poems, 2008, Autumn House Press.
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