The Dark Side of the Mirror
A Poem
Published in
May 1, 2021
Half of me disappears
every time I walk past it
probably the half
that can’t sense things
that well
I’m sure
that it’s swallowed
the half of me I don’t want to see
As if I only shave
one side of the face — one part of my head
and can’t be brought
any closer to
the darkness than when I am
brushing my teeth
Sweat congeals
on the one side — I think
or try to feel that
before red angry forehead demands
another drying episode
In the end
I suppose
it requires a renovation of light
But who’s going to do
that?
J.D. Harms 2021
