Delusion

Studying myself in the mirror

to find how I am different now

/

Pulling back my hair

turning toward the light

pinching the soft spots on my body

Maybe I am taller, thinner

or less slouched

with deeper frown lines

scars in more places and new textures

/

I know it is there somewhere

the important thing that is different

and I know it is obvious

to everyone but me

/

A missing lung

an extra limb

a gnarly tooth gone yellow and crooked

but my hands still cling and let go

and my heart still fits in the palm of a hand

/

Tilting the mirror to face the floor

I will find what is different

what does not belong where it used to and

everything will make sense