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for him to come.

through the mirror and past the purple books
beneath the satin, the blood, and the kiss,
she waits. and breathes. and sits and looks.
her bright red hair curls and crooks
itself around her ears. her breath makes steam (like a hiss)
through the mirror and past the purple books
she wonders if he knows that she looks the way she looks
that he's so bright red as this:
(she waits breathes sits looks)

what she can't see (her eyes and fingers dance on hooks
and faerie tales and perfect bliss)
through the mirror and past the purple books.

she spins. wears purple satin. wonders at how her reflection looks.
she lets her crimsons curl and makes her perfect hiss-
she waits. and breathes. and sits and looks

and soon the dreamed-up prince will grab onto her dancing hooks,
will fling his sword at her glass wall and miss;
through the mirror and past the purple books
she waits. and breathes. and sits. and looks.

Kathryn Brown

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