I’m not what I see in front of me
A reflection that has gnarled before me
I count 21 freckles on my face
And my hair, it's a bad dream.
I’ve always been full figured
but I never liked what I saw
i say hello to another wrinkle
i see them more that a friend.
my eyes are blinded and weary
a chemical reaction, a non-stop metamorphism
I see what I am no more
So I shut my eyes and pretend blind.
Staring straight into the sun
watching the rain drip from the roof.
Playing rubber band between two polls and
having the best time of my life.
Eating gum worth ten and
not being able to move my jaws,
blood oozing though and through
pretending while my parents screamed.
Being nearly bitten by a dozen dogs
Being amazed at the handkerchief rat
Being clueless in grammar class
and watching jelly fishes float by.
but these are fragments of dream
lock and trapped inside my head
confused and deceived I am
to the reflection I see before me.
from my anthology collection