Jessica Coville
Whispers across nine mirrors
First whisper | The first is an echo of rosemary
the memory of you I want to burn
the memory I never want to let go
I invoke a scar that only I can see
Second whisper | Your blood, your blood
a small cut — soft cotton
to dab it away
I have what used to flow in you
and your heart — echo your heart
I invoke rhythm
Third whisper | Your eyes saw me, so much
of me — more of me than
I intended
Those round jewels I pluck
This sea glass that sees all the waves
behind and before me
Slow the ebb, slow the ebb
still the sand
Fourth whisper | The ghosts you’ve been dragging behind you
I can see them — can’t you?
you bring a banquet of them
to scare me
I am not frightened
They climb on this mirror and
bring clouds
Fifth whisper | All the smoke I’ve inhaled
or exhaled carries a prayer
l blow cinnamon across this late sky
this copal, heads of magi from desert
I have crawled into a new mirror of night
Sixth whisper | This strand I roll three times
and loop leg over arm
tendril around stalks of lake grass
grandmother’s lace through tiny spindles
this is knot magic
this is you floating, umbilical
Seventh whisper | You and I are on a mattress of bones
it’s lean, comfortable, and noisy
that’s us fighting fear, though
the yelling of the last moments
we made that imprint on the bones
Eighth whisper | Salt, frangipani, marigold —
that’s the beginning
like tenderness
like the first time I watched you
take your clothes off
I stole the perfume bottle of that moment
Ninth whisper | I was a child when I wrote my
first incantation
and stuffed it in a bird’s mouth
the bird flew to the underworld
with my wish
as will you
as will you
Jessica Coville is a writer living in Sonoma County, California. Originally from Whitefish, Montana, Jessica has written and edited for the entertainment, technology, and health care industries.