Reflection(s)

In the crooked
double-paned window
I watch my own reflection

Full lips
Double frowns
Smudged Eye Shadows
Super-imposed

Life is blurry
and
Everything veers to the right

Skewed

This makes me uncomfortable

I have 3.5 ears
rimmed by darkness

Rainbow lights
usually behind me
sprout from the top of my head
wrapping themselves
in waves around my impermanent ceiling

And yet the smells of home
cooked food
remind me of my privilege

And the heaviness
in my chest

The bitterness
in my throat

Ground me

to the water

and her

filter
that drips ever more slowly
from the residue
that builds
the closer it gets
to emptying
its
clear
cool
offering

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