These two pieces are emulating Sylvia Plaths' "Mirror."
I see what I see, each and every day. I see what I, the lake reflect; I see the birds high above, the trees tall and strong, the sun hanging on the ceiling.
At night I go blind, save for the moon and stars.
I see all this, but still, I am so alone, with no one to talk to, to share what I see with.
Every so often, though, a man or a woman or a child comes along. Sometimes they pass by, uncaring. Other times they stop, look deep within me so I, the reflector, can show them what they need to see. So I can show them what is really there.
My life used to stink. It was full of feet, getting washed, then folded, and more feet.
My life used to stink, but now it's full of nothing. When I got separated from my partner, all I could do - and all I've done ever since has been to lay at the bottom of a drawer, crumpled and depressed.