10052016 (poem)

my face is blurry in the mirror

as i squint through steam and soap scum

to catch a peek

of the person i used to be

who were they

that youth with supple skin and

eyes bright with vivid dreams

who wore hope as a cloak and

had raw optimism in their veins

perhaps i’m misremembering

projecting tv show tropes onto the life

i fought to live

flesh adorned with ink and scars

like a map of hurts and heals

my center thrums with power but my head

is thrice occupied

dual owned

a singularity

in the universe of me

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