I caught a glimpse of myself
in a coffee shop window today.
I was surprised– I looked good.
Pale face, dark glasses, wry expression.
I was looking less damaged on the outside
than I think I am inside.
It was that glimpse, unexpected, that undid me.
What could I do if this was
always the self-caught glimpse?
The window reflects the clearest,
lightest parts of myself.
The darkened bits recede.