Robin Turner
Mirror
a golden shovel after Stevie Nicks
Oh
the sound any mirror
makes. Mother’s face in
my own now, the
same clouds crowd my sky
mind soft with blue grey. And what
of all my impossible hungers. My mouth is
moon-round, open, still speaking what I know of love.
Note: Line from “Landslide”
Robin Turner’s poems, prose poems, and flash fiction have appeared in DMQ Review, Rattle, Rust + Moth, The Texas Observer, and elsewhere. Her chapbooks are bindweed & crow poison (Porkbelly Press) and Elegy with Clouds & (Kelsay Books). She is a community teaching artist in Dallas, Texas.