DAUGHTER I look in the mirror and I see you and I’ve never hated you more --
MOTHER you’re whining again
MOTHER I’ve made stew for dinner
MOTHER you’re being very incommunicative you’re being like your father these days
MOTHER I’m sorry?
DAUGHTER nothing; can I have some more stew? (can I have the car can you take away my mirror actually can you give me more mirrors I don’t know who I hate more you or myself I don’t know who I want to hate more you or myself I don’t know if I want more mirrors or no mirrors)
prompt: write a poem in the form of a play or a play in the form of a poem (spacing got messed up oops)