What I’d Call a ‘Myself’

First Person slips off the shelf.

Keeps missing whatever I’d call a ‘myself.’

Second might do,
through its sneaky ambiguous ‘you.’

‘One’ has a sort of a Jamesian tone,
but it sits rather too much aloofly alone.

Personal pronouns keep missing the bus:
they only report what purports to be ‘us.’

So I tried to look ‘I’ in the eye.
I drew what I saw in the mirror. Oh my.

Something looks back from the page.
Quiet, polite – but in covert outrage.









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