Passion Week by Myriam San Marco

Tuesday. No sleep.
I look in the mirror
angry cold sweat that
speaks of the night:
my grandad.

Wednesday. Flashback.
I look in the mirror
back at failing to pull
down a too short skirt:
sit in my lap?

Thursday. Nightmares.
I look in the mirror
to his face in shadows
as he sat on my bed:
be a good girl.

Friday. Hangover.
I look in the mirror
I look in the mirror
I look in the mirror:
one more blackout.

Saturday. Funerals.
I look in the mirror
for my game face
and smudge my grin:
spitting out at last!

Sunday. Rest in pieces.
I did not look in
the mirror when
I cut the black drapes:
7 years bad luck.

Monday. Aftermath.
I look in the mirror
checking for tears
that will never flow:
He is dead.

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