Mirror

For today’s poetry prompt let’s try a mirror poem.

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no good at selfies

Mirror

I prefer bathroom mirrors
that are medicine cabinet doors—
three sections fold to produce
an infinity when in proper configuration.

Light is stranger than fiction—
photons bouncing between silvered
glass like manic tennis balls—

but I still can’t see the bald
spot when I poke my head
into that eternal corridor
because my face gets in the way.

Mirrors only reverse left and right,
as if there are just two sides
to every story.

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8 Responses to Mirror

  1. Cassa Bassa says:

    Love the last stanza in particularly.

  2. JeanMarie says:

    You might not be good at selfies, but that’s a great pic for the poem. Well done.

  3. Lisa Tomey says:

    I like every part of this!

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