I know that sounds mean,
but it’s ok, she was a bonobo –
a drop of the hat mad,
Funny thing is,
I don’t think she knew.
There were a couple of times
in our twenty years together
when I saw her almost react
to what she saw in the mirror.
It was something akin to self-awareness,
an almost seeing
what she had let herself become.
Perhaps I was holding the mirror too close.
The Broadkill Review (a print-only journal) - August 2012