for all your gutter glamour, your eyes
won't hold the silver in the smudges and cracks
of this compact mirror where you shiver,
while the tunnels of your skull still
ring with the ocean
drowning sounds of sirens and dogs.

you like the way
your reflection changes in her surface:
bigger, smaller, bigger, smaller
fragments scattered over shoreline
scavenged promise rings turn your fingers black
g(r)asping
while you stand on the shore and practice
holding your breath until it's gone.