What happens when the mirror cracks?
Do you write poems
on your split cracked face?
Do you get real:
Get a new glass,
Puff on some powder,
clutch up the dishevelled locks
With assorted pins,
Perfect your eyes (unperfected by smudge)?
Dispose the old bits carefully.
Glass hurts, and leaves nasty marks,
Even after the drops drain out...
© 2017 Monami