Monday, December 5, 2011

I've never sat in front of a dressing room mirror. It's soft lights bordering it's square lines. My mirror is old, dusty and worn. But I see myself as I think I truly am, and it suits me fine.


Old Ollie said...

These are good - little poem bombs.

IA said...

n i c e
one could almost see your life through a small hole.