by Penelope Jeanne Brannen
i’m a sexy hot complicated bitch
and sometimes i lean in real close
to the mirror and i breathe hard
until i feel my own breath turning
back at me from the glass fogging it
until the it starts to heat up
so that when i finally begin kissing
my sexy hot complicated bitch
of a reflection she feels warm
and hard against me and when
i press my hands up into hers
just because we can’t thread our fingers
and just because we can’t feel
the softness of our breastforms
against our own chests i feel on
this side of that hard plate a new love
and even though i know you’re not
supposed to open your eyes when
you’re kissing someone even if that
someone’s yourself sometimes
i like to take a peek at her
and her eyes are still closed
and she looks peaceful enough
until i pull away and her eyes open
and the hurt reflected back at me
aches like a teenage suicide attempt