Her preferred subject
was herself.

A hand, white-gloved or
painted black, at a breast.

Or only its print. Plotted—

An intervention into
an existing text.

The image
the object.

Should her suicide go
unmentioned—

Most often the body
in question was her
own.

Certain powers: directing
lightning. Silencing
an alarm. A wire
reaching.

The plot plays
backward.

"What am I supposed to do
with nature?"

Mirrors made
for clothing.
For trying
things on.

Those polka dots
a uniform, like breasts.

The relationship of the body
to—

Those cabbages come
through.

The body. The glass
box. The sliver of
mirror. The eye. Its lid.

The analysis is necessarily
complicated. What might—

Our glassed things full
of only light.

"I mean I am as tired
as the rest of you
of looking at me."