Gris-Gris, an online journal of literature, culture & the arts


By R.L.


Dear Rosita
I want to tell you about my feelings
Every time I see you
You give me a quick glance and run out the door

All day long I’m alone
I see your mom
She admires me
A little bit more than you do

Your sister sings to me
She probably doesn’t want you to know that
Your brother is a little like you
He looks at me for a few seconds before leaving.

You avoid me at night
Like everyone else

Your mom says I’m bad luck
I’m not bad luck

I’m here for a reason
I want you to look at me
Appreciate my edges, my corners
Appreciate your reflection

Try to show yourself some love
You are beautiful
With love,

Your Bathroom Mirror