Kathryn Stripling Byer

(1944 / Camilla, Georgia)

Vanity - Poem by Kathryn Stripling Byer

Without hands
a woman would stand at her mirror
looking back only,
not touching, for how could she?
Eyelid.
Cheek.
Earlobe.
Nack-hollow.
The pulse points that wait to be dusted
with jasmine
or lavender.
The lips she rubs
rose with a forefinger.
She tends the image
she sees in her glass,
the cold replication
of woman,
the one
who dared eat
from her own hand
the fruit of self-knowledge.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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