Mirrors of Her Self

It’s the exact opposite of herself she sees,
the cast away light she can’t cast away.
the ugly reality that lives in her unreality
a reverse Narcissus drowning in her reflection.

The things she hates are all there-  
and also all the things she loves.
All she has to do is look away
and it will vanish from her sight.

Yet, she doesn’t  hate herself enough 
not to look at the laughing lie, the 
reflections of herself she loves to hate
and correct with a surgical tuck and nip— 

or a painted on mask, a weary sigh 
in the mirror that says maybe,
just maybe, it all doesn’t really matter 
in the end if her life is sideways.