Cracked and Crooked

cracked mirrors
line the hallway
of my mind...
hung improperly
most are,
tilted high or low
erases reflections,
hung too close or far
distorts memories,
cracked glass lines
the floor,
replaces carpet
limits mobility,
scenes too many seen
already...  poses
strokes or lapses,
aimless gestures
fickle fingers flick
backwards glances
family and friends
avoid exposure...
I am what I became
he yelled at the doorman
who refused entry,
then skated away to bag
last month's groceries,
light refracts crookedly
on cracked mirrors
and on those souls who
refuse to replace them.

May 31, 2025