Lucía M. Polis The Poetry of

I’m grateful to Samantha for the line that gave this piece its title.

O, what ignominy of chance
’tis to awake far in advance
and make yourself a bonnie lass
in toil before the looking glass

and there, despite your every wish,
to fashion of yourself a dish,
and groom and preen and dream and plan,
only to end where you began

when you unmake yourself before
                                                  a man.