Wednesday, March 3, 2010

15 - Donna Shomer

‘These children’
we often say.
And we mean entire encyclopedias of feeling,
universes of experience.
But they are snowflakes, unique specs.
They share genre,
maybe the specificity of desire.

My daughter sidles up to her mirror
Brandishing that damnable eyeliner
But as she touches it to her left eye…

…I sidle up to my mirror.
My mother watches me
struggle to get these lines straight.

1 comment:

  1. Another terrific poem from you! I love 'encyclopedias of feeling,' and 'damnable eyeliner.' I love also the sense of continuity you give us here - the universality of being 15. Wonderful!

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