Annie Finch

The Coming Mirrors

My body thickens in a stem
climbing aloud to keep you here.
My belly thickens like a stem,
my belly is tethered by your days.
Come in, come in, my strong darling.
I’m still a pane of airy glass.
My breasts go heavy to meet you here.
My body turns in place of clouds,
I grow like a pane of open glass.
My body is a forest floor
where needles blend to keep you here.
My belly thickens like a stem.
Come in, come in, my last darling,
and let the coming mirrors pass.


Annie Finch
The Coming Mirrors is reprinted from Calendars (Tupelo Press, 2003).