Limited ExponentA Poem by Daniel DunlapI repurposed my new mirror.There’s a stand-up mirror in my room. A cheap, rectangular wood-framed one, With cracks branching horizontally over the spot Which reflects my face.
It was broken When I took it from my roommate, Just before he threw it out.
It’s a recent acquirement, but I imagine myself in it in years, When my skin begins to reflect its cracks And distortions.
The wandering split in its surface Seems to me like a timeline. That’s why I use it as a calendar.
With an expo marker, I write out a schedule. I begin from the left, Where the crack is singular, And continue filling in dates to the right As the break fans out through the glass.
Each time the crack branches, I include possible plans, Different things I may or may not do, And by the end of the month, At the mirror’s edge, The words shrink illegibly into a mass Waiting to be wiped clean.
This exercise is all well and good, but I also think of myself as absent from it in years, Or maybe days, I don’t know, I’m not the type to plan these things,
But whenever a friend, Or a loved one or a repo man or all of them Come to gather my things, They’ll see themselves there, Their reflected faces deconstructed like Picasso pieces, And my plans hovering between them:
All my futures Trapped inside a wooden box. © 2015 Daniel DunlapAuthor's Note
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Added on January 24, 2015 Last Updated on January 24, 2015 AuthorDaniel DunlapTulsa, OKAboutI'm 21. I'm a college student and a poet. I'm going to teach English in Japan in a couple years. more..Writing
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