mirror self meets my eyes

the cracks in my blown-glass self-image are showing:
dysphoria and dissonance meet me at the sink
and mirror self meets my eyes

seeming always to ask,
“who are you behind that hardened exterior?”

in this moment —

they plead for me to let my guard down,
to show my softness,

but i

avert my gaze

turn off the faucet
and walk away.

how comfort alludes me, no one knows —
besides mirror self
who sees
every line
every lie
i tell myself
i tell myself
i tell myself
i’ll be alright

but not tonight.

Adam and Eve / Michelangelo Pistoletto / 1962

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