My Bathroom Mirror

For weeks I used this mirror

It showed me better than the rest

Less wrinkles, smoother, sleeker, younger.

Not like the others, where every line and blotch sprang out.

It was a mystery to me. Why this mirror?

Yesterday I cleaned the windows…

While my cloth was out, I wiped my favourite mirror.

A film of dust dislodged and polished to a shine.

I admired my work. A strange, older woman looked back at me.

She looked like the one I see in other mirrors.

Who knew that dust could be the secret to eternal youth?

Applying a Snapchat filter to my face.

The polishing cloth showed reality. I’m not using it again.

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