Can’t you see?
said she
with a hint of of delight in
his ignorance.
I’m not me, really.
That is,
well,
you need to have a good look.
Watch my edges fade
into your own silhouette.
Her glee, temporary,
when he
produced a mirror,
and pointed it at me.
Reflection in Pomes and Epigrams
- June 26, 2020, 11:15 a.m.
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