Elizabeth Romero: Face in the Mirror

I have nothing to give you.

Nothing is so marked that it cannot cheat you

By its own nature and pass through your hands

Like fairy money.

I stand surrendered, the dogs

Are looking for me and they will find me

Because my hands are empty

And my house is paper.

The clouds move fast like smoke.

Tomorrow the sun reveals my secrets.

The face in the mirror fades.

There is nothing to be done or said.

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