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.