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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