Legs stagger
Steel stilts that merely act as legs
I ponder, “When did I get this tall?”
I reach my destination
do business
flush toilet
go to sink
wash hands
look into mirror…
With water still running
With hands soaped
With eyes wide open
I ask him who he is
We meet at the mirror and I glare
Faces nearly touching
Flaws glow:
Bumps, dryness, unnatural facial hair
I recoil in shock as I unmistakably hear,
“You’re so handsome!”
“You have a girlfriend, don’t you?”
“What would it be like to be you –“
Burning with rage I stop him
with a sharp stab of my finger
You want to be
This?
You’ve forgotten this face was
Bright, shining and smiling day by day,
Emanating joy and innocence
We could hold like a
Sphere of pure, white light
In the palm of our hands
What would it be like to
Be me now, you say?
I jerk away
Slam the door, and find
Tears falling from my eyes
Leaving
Him alone
Unchanged, forever
Reflecting the face of
Betrayal by his
Only trusted friend.