A mirror stands
in the corner
near this mattress
my deathbed
my lifecasket
Come late afternoon
the light crosses my fading body
and I am clearly reflected in that mirror
as invalid
every pore of me
leaks life
and stains that mirror
i am ugly
i am weak
i am disgusting
i am suffering
and yet I am still
me
and yet I am still
human
and with pain I recall
the life force
I’ve wasted
judging
reflecting
upon the leaks of other
humans
beholding
Delicate Villains
Stunted Assholes
Wounded Whores
beholden
to my hatred of them
as though my purpose
on this earth
was to be their mirror
as though I were
stained by them
now
come late afternoon
all that remains is this haunting image
Of the human who was right all along.
Fuck you, Steve, you fucking jerk.
Go to hell, Deborah.
I can’t believe you made me waste my energy hating you.
I blame you for this.