The next is, I suppose, more typical.
It's called "The Mirror."
Watching you in the mirror, I wonder what
it is like to be so beautiful.
And why you do not love, but cut yourself,
shaving like a blind man.
I think you let me stare so you can turn against yourself
with greater violence, needing to show me how you scrape
the flesh away scornfully and without hesitation, until I see
you correctly, as a man bleeding, not the reflection I
desire.