other girls can inspect
their reflection with
contentment.
when i take a glance
at the looking-glass,
ana sojourns me again.
ana whisks away my humility,
like fresh cake batter.
ana burns away my fat,
like the cake crisping in the oven.
ana raises my self esteem,
like the yeast uplifting the cake.
ana layers me with lanugo,
like she is flinging the frosting on the cake.
ana disfigures me,
like she is carving the cake;
and ana ends me,
like when she discards the cake
in the bin.
