-^-for posterity-^-

my only reflection
is in the cabinet
where they keep the plates.
it is warped and screwed
by glass and bowl.
i can see my head and hair
i can see my nose.
everything else morphs into
something else.
that’s about all i understand
about who really lives inside me.
that’s about all i know,
some twisted face and frazzled head of hair.
my inner workings are a mystery.
am i working for others?
myself?
something higher?
well, it’s all yet to be understood.
i lack a better half
whatever that means.
the day will come when i see myself
from the eyes of the cabinet.