Mirror

Mirror

 

I caught them watching me, saying I’m slipping

away, just like Aunt Brenda did, 50 years

ago. Sick. I’ll dig in the trash, grab scraps, torn

paper that Mommy threw away. I dig past bones

and grease and clutter of things left behind, to save

what everyone sees as junk. It’s precious.

Should be left untouched. I know they wonder

of what will become of me when I’m old, but

I have it under control. Things are okay. Not

normal but still okay. Healthy. But we’ll watch

the clock hands tick and tick and tick away.

One thought on “Mirror

  1. I liked this one a lot. These lines, “I dig past bones and grease and clutter of things left behind, to save what everyone sees as junk. It’s precious.” I felt it singing in my soul. And, “But we’ll watch the clock hands tick and tick and tick away.” This suggested to me that being “okay” and “healthy” may not withstand the test of time. Nicely done.

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