My image drips into a mirror’s pool,
It ripples supine outward to my eyes,
I deluge over my reflected cool
And drench the fool in his frozen disguise.
Droplets beat against my very visage.
I can see them hit the glass and splatter.
The assemblage of my appearances
Floods the fragile pane that I can’t flatter.
We start to puddle up around my feet
We gather: me, myself into my I
And like liquid clinging surface tension
We hold together and try not to dry.
We attempt to reconcile down there
Between leaky mirror and soggy chair.