Thursday, 26 July 2018

A poem by Daryl Sznyter

Catching My Reflection in a Crucifix

i see more of myself in you
than i’ve ever seen
in any mirror
& my face is a chemical exfoliation
& my face is made of tear gas
my eyes are lined with shrapnel
& i refuse to bathe
god forgive me
for only owning
one decent wine glass
forgive me for the lipstick
embedded on its rim
& please
for licking the bottom clean
when you’re not around
for wishing you
were handsomer to me
wishing you were
the neighbor boy
across the street
always reeking
of moss & lemongrass
always so easy
to worship

Daryl Sznyter is the author of Synonyms for (OTHER) Bodies (New York Quarterly Books). Her poetry has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and has been published or is forthcoming in Harpur Palate, Poet Lore, Folio, Gravel, Phoebe, Best American Poetry Blog, and elsewhere. She received her MFA from The New School. She currently resides in Northeastern Pennsylvania, where she works as a content writer and SEO Analyst. Contact her directly at

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