Dressing room mirror
replaced by funhouse looking
glass. Not me in there.
Reflection
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Dressing room mirror
replaced by funhouse looking
glass. Not me in there.
Cleaning is like con-
fession. You’re surprised by dirt
under the surface.
In a misguided
effort I peeled off half my
face and left the hair.
I stop posting in
the blogosphere. No one reads
me. Do I exist?
Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.
Kayak to Green Cay.
Snorkel among reefs. Head back,
sunburned and happy.
Intense turquoise, the
water is a wake-up call
to swim, sun, sail, dream.
She PhotoShops her
self covered with blood spatters
loves puppies, is sweet.
Sleep gently takes you,
like the lethal injection
you cannot resist.
Not enough time for
cookies, cards, decorating.
Which one do I skip?