Reflection

I sit silently observing

On borrowed time
In a noisy salon

The smell of perm chemicals
But I’m just here for a cut
I try to ignore my reflection
in four mirrors
I had eggs for breakfast
Over hard the way I like them
Later I’ll go shopping for shoes
For my little ones
Because they’ve worn out their sneakers
On sidewalks and sandboxes
It’s March in the desert
And I dreamt of you last night

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