Of late, when
I walk by a mirror
or chance to catch
my reflection
in a window,
I am sometimes
startled strange.
Because it looks
to me like I’m
wearing a costume–
clothes, body, face, hair,
age, bearing, posture,
attitudes, actions–
all of it,
the Ann costume.
And I’m tired of it.
I imagine
unzipping it,
from the
top of my head,
all the way
down to my toes.
I step out of the
whole rig and getup,
emerging
still human,
but clear,
transparent,
so, now, the light
shines through.
Ann Keiffer
March, 2017
Image Credit: Digital collage by Ann Keiffer
Source material: Mirror, Mirror by Balsamo on Pinterest
