Voices on the Wind Comical Voices
In The Mirror by Doris Gwaltney I try on blouses skirts and slacks expecting to look back to when I was 5 ft. 5 and weighed 115 pounds. Thatís what new clothes are for. To make you look good. To attract glances and stares, compliments and dares. It doesnít happen. Bodies know what 70 birthdays mean. But still I look into the mirror, expecting grace. Always wondering whose bones these are taking flight at my shoulders. A second Mercury. Wondering whose waist hasnít the taste to generate a curve beneath the belt. Wondering whose hips balloon like skies filled full with clouds. Give it up, I whisper. But still I look.