lying reflection
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.
i remember...
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
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