i can't catch my image in the mirror
try to haunt it with my eyes
but the glibberish mass
escapes narrowly
everytime

i searched for a scale in this room
but the drawers are all empty
no number to cry over
but also no pride
just uncertainty

i want to brush my itching teeth
there is no brush, nor paste
reaching for a packet of gum
i chew inexorably
latching onto it

on christmas eve
i wished for nothing more
than
a scale, a toothbrush
and some pride