Mirrors

The mirror has always been my ally in getting me to accept reality. How can one have pretentions so silly, when I come face to face with only me? Once upon a time I looked somewhat like my sons, only nowhere as good. Marriage made my genes a better thing. But now, my mirrored self, I think, would give Medusa pause. This elderly mix of my parents, drooping jowls as if gravity was trying to get best licks. Piggy eyes and spindly legs, a simple riff of what seventies look like. Look like me and it's easy to let your ego go free.