Did you know that the reason I keep my mirror so clean Is so that I, sometimes, forget that there’s glass there at all —no, I didn’t expect you to— But it makes me feel less alone. Last night I looked in And I couldn’t remember when I started looking like this —no, I don’t think I do— So we just had a small conversation and then I turned in for the night. Today I wondered who else has been thinking this And just didn’t tell me —no— What I’m saying is, I’m going to leave smudges behind on purpose now.
Oh, My Word! Once again, we have entered Existential Poetry Land with Jacob.
Contact Jacob Individually Here – firstname.lastname@example.org
Oh, My Word! is a weekly updated blog featuring fiction, poetry, drama, and essays for the world. #OhMyWordWednesdays
Hit “Like” if you enjoyed the post, and support the blog by hitting “Subscribe!”