who am i?
do i like me?
who am i?
i don’t know who i see.

in the mirror.
my heart.
His expressionless eyes.

who am i today
in my pretty blue jeans?
Who molds me as clay –
do i live? or decay?
i sit and i preen
before one mirror.
later i stand before another,
the jeer-er.
placater. lover.

i don’t know .  .  .  .
is it fear?
empty art?
perfection in size?

i don’t know what He sees.
empty jeans?
what He wants me to be?
possibly
the ways to a means.

who am i?
do I like me?
does it matter?
i don’t know what i see.

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