Lizzy Burnam 🐞

I am usually sleepy
The faint mirage of my mother’s daughter 
Overwatered, a drunken cactus 
Behind the camera, watching wincing 
At the woman on screen 
I am a girl who looks like me 
A face I ought to recognize
After hours 
Of looking for myself
Peripherally 
As one might spot a hidebehind 
A myth among the trees