I stand in a room
with mirrors all around
watch myself:
watch myself watching me:
so many parts
of me
growing smaller
in long, lean lines
the slightest move
and all the angles
of me change too.
I stand quite still
indecisive
afraid to change
so many aspects of myself at once
start losing perception of who
is watching
who is being watched
begin to feel
as insubstantial as mirror images
watching each other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem