Who is that in the mirror
looking back at me with calm, strangers eyes?
Who are you,
what causes that smile
and why does it make me so uneasy?
There’s knowledge in that look
that I don’t want to know,
that I don’t want to understand.
I will just paint myself a new face
and when I look in the mirror
and see my lipstick red mouth gleaming back,
perhaps I won’t notice the stranger any longer
I can convince myself
that they are gone…