Last night you dreamed of lions and old women
And you woke up to find that life
had scratched your face, etching wrinkles
onto your forehead for every hardship
you decided to sidestep.
When you shifted your weight,
leaning into the duct-taped mirror
it swallowed you whole
and spit you back out before it burst.
Sitting at the coffee table this morning,
you wonder if you should have
erected your bones from mirror bits
or taken the bullet to your pride.