When the face looks back at itself/ from the mirror, what does it see? ---From “First One, Then the Other” by Luisa A. Igloria, Via Negativa, 02-15-12
Was it Fabianne Geismar’s* fantasy, lifting that mirror?
Mirror as loot in temblor-stricken Haiti is fantasy
enough for that crumpled lass on the rubble of Haiti.
Haiti made sure the lass absconded too with enough
bullets in her brain, rending a dream of seeing her face
face itself in a purloined vanity piece pocked with bullets
when retrieved for Wal-Mart from her tight embrace.
Embrace your mirror, girl, a trophy of blooming. When?
When stirrings in your haunches told you what to steal?
Steal the heart of that lad staring at you with shy lust:
lust for love, for all that wreckage allows you to steal
so you can see your mouth that will kiss him, your eyes,
eyes that will shape him in your breasts, your so…
So supple body ripened quickly to life’s urgent quiver.
---Albert B. Casuga
*HOT DEAD FOR STEALING MIRRORS. Fabianne Geismar, 15, was shot by police pursuing looters.---Headline and Caption, The Toronto Star, Catastrophe in Haiti, Jan 20, 2009, Pg. 19
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