LSU Press, 2014 Speculation spreads like a cellist’s knees; she’s like no other, mirroring each mere word she reads, so what she reflects is mystery. I ache for her to apprehend me, perfected in her jewels’ white light stupid as a star, or to swing her eyes suddenly up at me— I’d enter their reflection, her deep mirror. That’s the world to live in, all in her head. From “The Mirror” Cover: Jan van Eyck, detail, The Ghent Altarpiece, oil on panel, 1432.