Deliberate Drowning of the Shallow Kind
by Francesca Aspromonte
I saw myself through your eyes
Just so
Through the vintage mirror from the neighbor’s garage sale we bought last Autumn
The month they divorced and moved away
The month the tree died in our front yard and was condemned
The month we won twenty dollars from scratch-offs
Reflection, foggy from the shower
Slow
Deliberate
Drowning
Considering the source of sight, I chose not to look again
Shallow
Water up my nose
Taste of white-out and rubber erasers
This is me through your eyes