Mirror

The more twisted the dream
the more cautious the light
creeps in
through the window
like a curious creature
watching you slap your bangs
as you fight them like a blackness

it comes up beside your bed
and nudges you
in gentle concern
you stroke it and assure it

it’s just the summer heat
playing its mirror tricks again

and the light nuzzles you
cause it knows
the fear of reflection
and the shame
most.

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