A Reflection on Reflections


A question I’m forced to face

on a daily basis

is why the mirror loves to pull pranks

and make me cranky and mangy

and, frankly, unattractive?


I mean—what the fuck did I do?


Sure, I stand in front of it

scowling at the distasteful man

scowling in return;


but, other than that,

what the actual fuck, Me?


Stop being such a prick

and maybe I won’t be one back.

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