Everything has changed.
When I see me reflected
in your eyes
the image is distorted.
Or is it the picture
inside my head
inside my head
that’s warped?
Which one is real?
What is real;
who am I;
which face shall I show
today?This is written for The Mag where a plethora of talented folks respond to a writing prompt provided by Tess Kincaid. Check it out.
Image by Duane Michals
