when i see myself for the first time,
I am older.
crone, wrinkled.
I have less hair than before.
unphased but noticing
in a grave captivation:
yellow teeth,
chapped lips,
belly,
hunger that
remains unsolved.

the first time I ever saw a ghost
it was my
dead brother and I
shrieked.
I began to tape all the mirrors.
I began to suddenly feel
the inch of mortality
between me and him
become centimeter,
millimeter,
cold.

“the mirror game”