Mirrors

The mirror looked good today,
Momentarily.
It’s not supposed to, when I watch.
I have not been beautiful in a long time,
Not that I am supposed to be.
I am supposed to be handsome.
But today, the mirror looked good,
Momentarily.
The reflection smiled and waved,
And brushed back stray hairs into conformity,
Barely.
It looked like the son of people,
Instead of an unfinished doll on a wooden floor.
The reflection didn’t suffocate,
Didn’t hate, much.
Its smile faded,
But it was still beautiful.
Momentarily.

 

 

-B

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