Mirrors
The mirror has always been my ally
in getting me to accept reality.
How can one have pretentions so silly,
when I come face to face with only me?
Once upon a time I looked somewhat
like my sons, only nowhere as good.
Marriage made my genes a better thing.
But now, my mirrored self, I think, would
give Medusa pause. This elderly mix
of my parents, drooping jowls as if
gravity was trying to get best licks.
Piggy eyes and spindly legs, a simple riff
of what seventies look like. Look like me
and it's easy to let your ego go free.
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