resembles your mother, at least around the eyes —
treacherous, limpid and seal-like.
Inevitably handsome as a lioness, she
commands ranks, smokes cigarettes,
wears fur, has s** without apologizing.
Sometimes, she looks just like you,
but with crow's feet, more tattoos and better lingerie.
She conjures dragons or viruses,
she can lie easily to police or to you.
And you must love her, though she betrays you in a heartbeat —
you keep accepting the poisoned comb, the spinning wheel,
with open, pale hands.