Mirror, Mirror (Written November 21)

Mirror, Mirror

 

The mirror where he’s caught himself,

A small, thin, round mirror that’s been

Taped to the front of the fridge, amid

 

A profusion of postcards, photos,

Newspaper clippings, emails, kids’

Drawings, grocery lists, and wads

 

Of gum, the mirror into which he

Looks reveals a face that is at odds

With everything around him,

 

A face that is pale, unsmiling, deeply

Lined, unforgiving, bound within

The body of an old man

 

Whose hopes have been dashed,

And who is ready to give way,

Like shreds of paper in a bin.

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