Inebriated Version 1 Poem by Crystal Korzinsky Chambers

Inebriated, I look in the mirror
Wondering how old I am.
Have I lived before? How long ago?
How many times? How well then to now?
Is my face the same or has the mask
I often despise different and changing
Frequently like an actor changing scenes?
Only drunk do I look at the myth
Imitated on silver plane. The legend
I’ve created-that really isn’t there-
Self important. Self loathing.
Empty and bereft. I tell myself
I didn’t matter five minutes
Five years or five lifetimes ago-
Though I know it a lie.
In my gut I know why I wonder why
I remain trapped in a form no one knows.