Curved Truth

Washing a spoon, the water clear,

I saw my face appear.

Warped and strange, a sudden fear,

pulled from the metal near.

My eyes too wide, my mouth a smear,

stretched by the convex bend.

A stranger's gaze, so stark and queer,

a joke without an end.

The kitchen blurred behind my head,

a dish rack, sink, and light.

But on the spoon, the truth was spread,

a twisted, alien sight.