Nada's Vanity

 

by José Angel Araguz

 

Before the mirror, brushing again

her Nada hair, she watches light

straighten down the strands and break

the further down she strokes. Light

rises and straightens again,

             as if reaching,

then pulling back from her.

Nada minutes. Nada light.

Light on Nada like a hand

tracing and erasing Nada.