Marvin Lurie

Mirror Mirror (2020)

Good morning old man, I say to the mirror.
You no longer look like your grandfather
who never lived this long,
who became a gaunt skull and shriveled limbs
barely discernible beneath the heavy comforter
that gave neither comfort nor warmth to his wasting body.
Who no longer made me oatmeal in the morning
or peeled oranges to look like flowers on a plate.
Instead I fed him in the evening from the tip of a flat wooden spoon
that came with the cup of ice cream I bought
with my nickel allowance.
One morning I found him, mouth and eyes open,
a trail of dark drool down his cheek.
I fell from life before into life after.
I was unmoored.

 

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