The McKinley Review Magazine

Awakening

By: Martin Jee | Posted on: January 14, 2018 

I see myself in the mirror.  
I prefer the bookshelf 
in my room’s books 
because I can see others,                                                                                       not me.  
                    
In my home, my womb, my mother says, “comb your hair,” because it’s like a sea anemone waving.

But my mirror image looks like an enemy, 
something that’s not me,                                                                         bloody mary,
                                                                                                                       bloody mary,
                                                                                                                        bloody mary.  I see an oddish building, and think it’s gaudy, 
like narcissus, like the poisonous colors of boisterous peacocks, standing out;
while not looking at myself, but at books.

Awakening was initially published by What Rough Beast