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I met the mirror’s meaty eye

And came to find she wasn’t shy

We looked at us

We looked at them

Studied noses, cheeks and then


I traced her brow

And she traced mine

We sat there for the longest time

Round and round

And eye to eye

I think that I blinked the first this time


We lapped up glances

Light bath dances

Red and white and oil, dry

Here and there our fingers pry

O bemoan our haggy child skin


We well known strangers

Me and you

The mirror splits us both in two

And each the other must reflect

We’re a wreck


And so, good morning