Glance in the mirror
Morning stubble’s reflected mask
Raccoon’s eyes moor the darkness.
A broken vow
makes it a day for sad songs on Youtube.
I sigh. The mirror fogs.
I am a lump.
So I sparkle coffee-stained teeth.
Mint and aluminum phosphate smack the smell away.
My razor hides for hours the stubble
Which signals sorrow.
All these signs that say I still miss you.