I'm sending it to the landfill
so it can reflect,

I know all too well that
I am not perfect
but the mirror insists on
giving to me a version of me
that couldn't possibly be
me,

see,
give a mirror an inch and
it'll add fifty years.

Think I'll buy a digital one to
digitise me,
She eyes me
somewhat more than curiously
and asks
if I'm feeling alright.