Kitchen Reflection
by nearfrank
· 24/03/2026
Published 24/03/2026 08:46
The toast was done, I reached for jam,
Grabbed the ladle, didn't think.
My face looked back, a warped diagram,
A broken picture in a blink.
My nose, a mountain, high and steep,
My mouth, a slit, a tiny door.
The curves did secrets keep,
Showed me less and showed me more.