Pawn Shop Mirror

This mirror has spots melted into the glass,

Age spots like rust in the upper right hand corner.

The glue holding in the glass is leaking from the frame.

It seemed a good idea at the time,

Buying a mirror at a pawnshop.

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The mirror is curved; we hadn’t noticed.

So our chins droop down a bit

And our foreheads are long.

We do not use a mirror to see ourselves anyway.

A mirror is a toy for making faces.

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It is a little too low on the wall and the sink drips.

The overhead light throws unflattering shadows.

Grandma lives there, and a bit of Grandpa;

Sigourny Weaver makes occasional appearances,

As, on bad days, does Mussolini. 

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Can Dorian Gray be somewhere near?

 

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About alicebarrett

Small town writer
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