I am becoming an old man
right before my eyes sometimes
hardly recognizing the image
in the mirror. The voice remains
the same so if I call out, “Help!”
someone will say, “That’s Byron!”
probably die before they get to me.
Might even have to yell telepathically.
Sometimes, after I shave, I ask,
“Is that you?” no reply is a confirmation
the reflection is true though I wish
it was a lie remembering Sir Francis
Bacon saying, “A lie doth enhance
the truth.” I do what I do so that tells
me I am who I am. I wish the logic
more flexible. But then I’m not. Why
should the logic be? I don’t shave
everyday. No need to see who isn’t there.
-Byron Hoot
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