Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia PlathI am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.What I see before me, I become immediately.I am untainted by desire or hate.I am not hurtful, I cannot lie --I am small, but all-seeing.I spend my days gazing on a movie poster opposite me.The wall is cracked plaster. I know it's every freckle.Every crack, every defect, every flaw is part of me.Light and shadow, Faces through time interrupt me.Now I am a prism, refracting all possibilities.A man. In fact I've seenthis exact copy before, as it's the first one he printed. I've evenread some of it. I turn it over in my hand and look at the title."The Modern Oedipus?" I say, arching a perfectly shaped eyebrow."That was the working title," Scott says hastily, coming round frombehind the desk to face me, leaning back on the worktop. He fullyoccupies his space, effortlessly being both at home and slightly waryof the situation. By contrast my posture is straight, my legs togetherand my neck.Read More
