| The Blink of an Eye by Al Eluya Today, you look at yourself in the mirror with infinite tenderness. The deep rivers underlying your eyes almost drown you. The spots in the middle of your apples kill your hunger. The crow’s feet flying in formation like a flock of swallows bewilder you. There are signs of a lifetime of tears eroding your nasolabial folds. Roads of parallel lines, straight from a geometry class, cross your forehead reaching to infinity. Not one, but twin coins for Charon, minted from the dark minerals of the River Styx, circle your eyes. Some unannounced event has made your face descend like a Vestal from the altar after the ceremony. And you ask yourself, what ceremony? Alicia Viguer-Espert |