“Mirror,” a Poem by Jana Prikryl

I dreamt they took my shoulder, the left one but my arm was still attached, the join a thing I was unable I only knew of it, so mind drew a picture of me in the place reorganized Yet I saw it and I’m seeing it now as I tell you I’d rather not discuss it but relevant, potentially Like that time the day pulled its costume on so it could tell you this in sequins And while it changed it turned away from the mirror it even covered itself when passing before the mirror as if its reflection might have some power might step out as the thing itself, the night Excerpted from The Channel: Poems. Copyright (c) 2026 by Jana Prikryl. Used with permission of the publisher, W.