Last night I prayed the Unknown God
For some Ovidian metamorphosis -
Rock, raven, touchstone,
Toad in Eve's ear
Or the abhorrent owl.

I woke this morning quite unchanged
And combed my long black hair,
Gazed in the oval mirror.
I am completely indifferent to myself.
I whom they say am beautiful
Am a dead narcissus in a pot -
"Don't water me!" "…water me…"