Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Can’t you stop the bullshit?
Don’t reflect the things no one
but me can see, that’s just wrong.
She’s got it going on, look at her.
Natural beauty and grace.
She really is confident and wow
can you believe she did that?!
Rear view mirror, side view too.
Stop with the flash backs already.
I know I suck, and I know I failed.
Trying is what I do best, you know.
I count on her, he says, she is my rock.
Mama, wife, friend, mentor and pal.
He sings, “Smokin hot wife” along
with his ipod and smiles a silly smile.
Smashed and broken mirror, pieces on the floor.
Take your seven years of bad luck
and apply the credit you owe to me.
I’ve got more on you than one mirror!
You have a lovely home, your food is great.
You are a super family, so cool.
Fences fixed, flowers weeded and
salsa in the freezer to share. Yum.
Old mirrors, backs peeling off,
those I like, imperfect in their
reflecting they seem to see a bit
more of me that is real, I like it.
We are what we are, thanks though.
It is sweet of you to say but really
it’s just the way we do things.
Nothing special, just us three.
Mirror, mirror take that!
Noseprints from the dog,
finger painted on with toothpaste.
No more false reflections.
I wonder if this is the real me.
I wonder if mirrors ever tell the truth.
I wonder if the poles will ever meet.
I wonder if there is another world there.
I love this life, even if it isn’t as it seems.
I live this life, even if the mirrors lie.
Copyright 2011 Shanyn Silinski
For emmett and dverse: http://dversepoets.com/2011/10/27/meeting-the-bar-critique-and-craft-conflation/