MirrorA Poem by StephanieElizabethUgh. Lordikins. This is what forced poetry looks like. Happy now, McLean? Haha...
Hello,
reflection of me, Tidy and square. I am rough around the edges. You remove them, film away the wisps of hair and replace them with corners-- corners that dig into the corners of eyes. You put the light behind me, make me look lit, retiring my tiring skin. I dip in and out of your frame: in and out of Worlds. But only you show me only what I can't see. And then I fear that you forget me like all the other surfaces, like all the other faces that can- not tell the time. But I turn to you again, and there you are: looking at me while I am looking at you. I breathe, and you breathe too.
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