What writing - day one. Five minutes. Unedited except for punctuation.
I walk in, look at the mirror and see my face,
The lines look so deep.
I apply my night cream
in the morning
the lines will still be there.
Depending on how well i sleep
they may look deeper.
I hear the heat whoosh on,
pick up my toothbrush,
and enjoy the minty taste
as I scrub my tongue and teeth.
Spit, rinse, mouthwash, look up.
Look into the mirror and see myself
run my fingers through my hair,
A curl falls into the sink.
The mirror doesn't lie,
It shows me several times a day
what others see.
Dark circles under my eyes
even though I get 8 hours of sleep nearly every night.
They're in my DNA.
My mother had them.
Her mother had them.
It's a Schnitzer/Merer/Ostroff thing.
I wonder how far it goes back.
To Russia or eastern Europe?
Before there were mirrors,
Before there were creams to hide under?
Sometimes the mirror is my friend,
reassuring me that I look good,
maybe even hot,
for my age.