Poetry Time: Objects in the Mirror

December 3, 2010

Here’s a bit of passive-aggressive nonsense for your Tuesday:

Everyone who knows you
knows how you look
when you are not looking at them.

They love you anyway
because they want to show you
you.

You flinch at their smeared surfaces,
swipe them against pant leg or shirt tail,
ignore their offered truths.

They are closer than they appear.

When they appear,
you shatter them,
trample them,
because you cannot make them clean enough.

But you won’t see their shards
with your bare feet,
not until they bite and sting.
Sometimes they are closer
than they appear.