to face the mirror and find no reflection
02.21.04
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nothing more than what you are
and it is not enough

crescendo

(fist, glass)
a circle like an empty sun with
only its cracked rays to hold its shape

there are more of you now
but divided

an eye here
a cheek there
the corner of your mouth
beside the arc of your ear

(but where...)

every day another piece of you goes missing