Without Mirrors

I hold up mirrors

as shields to reflect

what I’m expected

to be: brother,

father, teacher,

lover, friend.

These apparitions

flow through

me like fish

slowly nibble

the bait clean

from the hook.

I’m only myself,

when nothing’s left.

(April 3, 2019)

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