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# I Say, it’s 7 am in the Mirror “She Says? No, I Say” Wenshu Wang, 2019
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- Published: 2020-10-15T21:33:00.000Z
- Updated: 2026-06-03T18:58:26.000Z
- Author: Staff
- Tags: Poetry, #Import 2026-08-03 09:59

*by Jesús M. Maldonado Treviño*

The wall is ivory, overcast

 by the sun slipping in from the window.

Were Li Jie’s shadow

 smaller, the room 

would be brighter, a ringing bell.

 I once stood 

in the river. It’s rushing outside 

under a fog. There was a shard

of glass between the pebbles. Is it 

still there? When I stood in the water

I’d taken off the white dress. 

 My friend 

kept hers on and she studied my 

flesh—the fat falling over my hip, 

beside my wrist, wearing at my waist 

—and reached down to the river. Her 

feet were bruised in blue and mine were pooled 

in garnet red. On the riverbank, there was 

a lone magnolia flower as white 

as my clothes. My fingers dug into the slit

in the sole of my foot. I barely tugged 

at the glass pinching my tendon. 

She dug in too. The cut remained when we 

started binding our feet. He’s walking 

over. He peers at himself in the mirror. 

He brushes my cheek with his torrid thumb.