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I look in the mirror and think, ”Who is that?”

She looks distantly familiar as my memory of her

Is more vital and vibrant then what I see here

Away from the mirror talking with my people

Those who know what I’m talking about

And listen and we exchange deep longings

Or likes of what has shaped us

I know she is beautiful and bursting with life

I don’t need to look in the mirror

When I see a recent snap shot that someone

Shows me to ask if they can post it online

For all the world to see and I say yes

Even though there is that woman I don’t recognize

Her lazy eye drooping down

Her tired face smiling

Yet dug down dried out

Puffed out is more like it

She stands there insulated

With more lard then a Southern pork pie

Protected from the barbs

Wrapped up in bubble wrap

So as not to break when bumping into walls

Or ceilings of glass 

or ones made from her own fresh fears

She makes me mad to see

I don’t like her much

This outside stuff that makes her portrait

Of the moment, but not how she feels

I pick up an old photo of time gone by

One where my hair is curled just right

My smile is energetic and eyes wide to the world

I'm not fat or too thin,

I am radiant with confidence

And alert looking for that next opportunity

To stand on my soapbox and sing!

I like her

I want her

I desire to see her again

I’d like to chat with her

Well, I do

But she seldom talks back to me