Sometimes, I purse lips,
squint eyes—to see, the old gal
up ahead of me.
skat@2016
Sometimes, I purse lips,
squint eyes—to see, the old gal
up ahead of me.
skat@2016
Fruit-fly, your only
fatal error? choosing to
land on my mirror.
skat@2015
Eek! Who’s that tired hag
In the bathroom mirror? Phew!
Just my morning face.
skat@2015
Look in the mirror
I talk to my reflection—
Madness lurks in all.
skat©2015