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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