i look in the mirror
& realize
i do not see a complete reflection
i see scatterings of flaws across the glass
a constellation of pimples across my cheeks
darts of crows feet branch beside eyes
glossed as evening settles in
a hint of wrinkles on the five head
gratiously passed along to my girls
all indications
of a worn-in life
grays streak through my frizzy, droopy curls
lazily plopped on my head
as they have been
albeit with more pigment
since '97
coincidentally
around the same time the zits began
i ask myself:
why do i judge each blemish
when every one
is the shadow of a life I cherish
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 9:27 PM UTC
i look in the mirror
& realize
i do not see a complete reflection
i see scatterings of flaws across the glass
a constellation of pimples across my cheeks
darts of crows feet branch beside eyes
glossed as evening settles in
a hint of wrinkles on the five head
gratiously passed along to my girls
all indications
of a worn-in life
grays streak through my frizzy, droopy curls
lazily plopped on my head
as they have been
albeit with more pigment
since '97
coincidentally
around the same time the zits began
i ask myself:
why do i judge each blemish
when every one
is the shadow of a life I cherish
shards rhymes with sharts, and that's funny.
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