the man in the mirror

i see the man in the mirror

but i do not know what others see

an aging balding softening man

or some kind of evil to avoid

i used to not hate the mirror

but these day the less seen the better

i brush my hair in a reflection

my teeth in furtive glimpses

i am surrounded by framed photographs

but in only one of them is me

hidden in a corner of the bookshelf

a young man unaware of what is to come

jeg.

5/18