Some nights I play music in
my bedroom full of mirrors
and talk to myself.
I have the same conversation each time.
Like, if I hear all the different versions I might be able to
piece myself together.
But somehow the dialogue is always new.
And every time the cut is in a different place.
Tallying up the score
I'm winning.
I see symmetry in my face,
but not in my values.
I find the parallels on the palms of my hands,
but not my interests.
I see the lines running up my thigh in
a
neat
little
column
but that's not how life is.
These conversations did help me find out one thing though;
I fucking hate mirrors.