“The Glass Essay” by Anne Carson

I

I can hear little clicks inside my dream.
Night drips its silver tap
down the back.
At 4 A.M. I wake. Thinking

of the man who
left in September.
His name was Law.

My face in the bathroom mirror
has white streaks down it.
I rinse the face and return to bed.
Tomorrow I am going to visit my mother.

An essay that looks like a poem? Yes! By one of the authors we’ll be reading in Hybrid Writing this fall.

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