Lately, your eyes look like a swimming pool
at nightor rather, a glass-bottomed boat
or rather, the inside of that snowglobe from
whatever it was that you used to say in winter
is stuck inside my head, falling to bits like
the fake snow inside that snowglobe,
unmentionable and large, yet very small
Here I am undoing what I've done, turning
your eyes into jewelsinto berriesinto
marblesinto dwarf starsinto all the
ways I want to leave.
Mariel Fechik is a musician and writer from Chicago, where she works for an educational nonprofit. She sings in the band Fay Ray, and is a music writer for Atwood Magazine and Third Coast Review. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Lines + Stars, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Noble / Gas Qrtly, and others.