The Queen's Tapes

Her therapist says
conversing
with a mirror
is hardly a symptom
of madness.

She confesses
how these dialogues
lead her to believe
she is still fair
enough for men.

Her therapist
tactfully
avoids mentioning
shard-handed tricks of lovers,
the reflected bed.

Sometimes
she ventures out loud
the mirror blazes
I am the fairest
of them all.

Always she omits
details
of her Hunter
naked on soft leaves
with Snow White.

Of apples
she hungrily licks
red with poison
and hugs like curved
thorns to her breasts.