i have been inside for approximately seventy-three hours.
things could definitely be worse, but i'm
starting to get a smidge stir-crazy
and contemplating reckless behavior.
like eating yet another chocolate bar.
we had a lovely snow burst yesterday
that swirled around
like a ripped-open feather pillow.
a quick, frigid dash for photographs
(& the geometric mirror on the back porch
that reflected triangular snow scenes,
disjointed parts of the whole)
gave me an idea.
i did not know we had so many mirrors in our house.
(however, i did know we had that much dust.)
i can honestly say i do not use the mirrors
to stare at myself.
or, even, to glance for any measureable
length of time.
most mornings i get to work
& have a jarring realization
i have absolutely.no.idea
what i look like that day.
i forget.
do mirrors show what others see?
or are they always a reflection
of yourself?
taking these photographs,
i started to enjoy seeing
what the mirrors see.
partial truths.
i use the mirrors to reflect light.
(and for the occasional need to remove an eyelash
that has gotten stuck to my eyeball.)
used nefariously,
mirrors spy on people.
but i like them best
when they show the world
back to me
in a way
i had not considered.
