That guy in the mirror watches me
As I watch him. Together
We brush our teeth and comb our hair
And pluck unwanted lashes.
I wonder... does he think of me
As little as I think of him?
I see him but I really don’t;
He gazes back... but does he see?
I gargle and spit, look once again
To check my own appearance,
Then turn and leave, that guy forgotten.
I wonder... when I face my friends,
Do we see more than just reflections?
Do we take note of what is there
Or merely spit and comb our hair?