August 8, 2008
There are pieces in the mirror
Holes, not a whole
This crooked nose, that gap between teeth
These scarred knees, those blistered feet
A pimply chin and an uneven tan
The stomach that is never perfectly flat

Maybe if the mirror shattered
Its broken pieces, its razor-sharp edges
Would bleed me as much as the jaggedness I see
In my own reflection

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