NABIHA ALI
First Prize - 2024 Tower Poetry Competition, 'Mirror'
mirror in [virginia's room] circa 1919
[virginia] chooses only the best mirrors tall and worn . [virginia] buys me from the
antique store for half the price haggles with the [elderly bastard] behind
the counter . [virginia] knows how to put up a good fight and now [she]
is showing it . when we get home [virginia] draws o p e n the curtains so the light
filters through : white partition in scalp ; I notice the room
smells of pinecone and year old mothballs and perhaps I am drunk but [virginia]
doesn't seem to notice . I want [virginia] to hold me for a while
skin crackling like fibres in a plastic cup . now I am sloping downwards
and the ceiling cradles me [virginia] pushes me back like an eyelid to flatten [her]
hair . I admire the soft tilt of [virginia's] eyebrows the gentle
curvature of [her] chin when [she] moves to light a cigarette its slow flame guttering
in darkness . I notice [virginia] stands to write not out of necessity but
purely out of habit . how the blue light rests against the crevices of [her body]
. when [virginia] pauses to open a window I see how earrings of light spiral
downwards like turquoise leaves contorting into slow blank nothingness
. [virginia] tells me that it's okay to be cliche that sometimes what [people] are looking
for most is always the expected . [she] says this half undressed sighs at the
red im prints where [her] [bastard brothers] r a n their hands down the
curvature of [her waist] line . later [virginia] practises singing shoulders swaying as
though cocooned in the softness of [her] own voice . spring wanes to a swollen
orange and me and [virginia] look up at constellations ; [virginia] closes [her
eyes] counts to ten each time [she] traces the outline of the big dipper . [virginia]
cries into [her] pillow each night eyes red as lobsters . darkness cracks over us
like a soap sud and
I watch [virginia] bite [her nails] down to the quick the flesh unravel from
[her bones] in paper thin tendrils . [virginia's] worries conform to
spheres and r o l l across the floor like marbles . plums fall to colour and stain
[her] cheeks . [her bare feet] patter across the floorboards with the same sound I
yearn to tell people I love them with . I want to watch [virginia] p e e l
apart a clementine golden dew and sticky yarn clinging to the earth of [her
finger] tips want to watch [her] fall into my mouth open palmed and weeping
and me undulating clean as water . summer comes and [virginia] darts back
and forth a c r o s s the hallway falls finally into the hot lull of [her own body] .
[virginia] brushes palm oil and jasmine into [her] freshly washed hair sat
cross legged before me . [virginia] fills vases with wine red perennials presses
a stale finger against the greasy wallpaper tuts sighs . at night [virginia] folds
me to her like a prayer . [virginia] arranges and re arranges [her book] collection
not according to height or colour but always alphabetically . [virginia] dusts the
walls and ceiling standing on ti ptoe neck arched like an ostrich. look at me . I'm
from the time when you still bore the sea on your back knee caps
stained and ashen and your beautiful dark hair juxtaposed against the
moon and you still bathed with your mouth wide open feet
stubbornly a p a r t : I am the reason you're still alive . some times when
[virginia] is stood writing I will watch [her pause] to throw open the window
in a frenzy b l o w a kiss
to (no one in particular)