Lipstick on a Mirror

I would say
five nice things
about the person
sitting across
from me. But

there’s no one
there. A loud room

can get lonely
too. Sometimes the chalk
board is her
only friend—
that 48-year-old

woman who
isn’t there.

Wonders

Reading done with mirrors
is a backwards art
I fear

learning. When self-reflection
becomes an obsession, it’s time
to stop

paying the electric bill. Time
to flip
all letters hanging in suspension.