- Phantom Mirror II
tonight we touch. grandioseexperience, that. my hand, your hand,your hand, yes, mine. the mirrora sort of snaredrum. the field beingthe bathroom, the playersbeing me. I yearnthe triptych fold in on itself& leave me out of it.knock twice for anotherimage. knock thrice for a betterimage. I try to holdmy palm to yours.the illusion, distance.the form, otherdimensional. [End Page 131]
TR Brady is a teaching/writing fellow at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Tin House Online, Copper Nickel, the Adroit Journal, Denver Quarterly, Pleiades, and Bennington Review.