A Look in the Glass

I.

Silicone is more of a fall color.
You see, it is winter now,
so you might try red.

There's a fine line to navigate
between adjusting to the weather
and adorning yourself in camoflage.

It always astounds me
how you can look in the mirror
through other people's eyes

for them.

II.

Lately, I have noticed
the aching sighs of the earth
under the crushing weight
of the cresent moon orbiting
quietly across the sky
toward cloud-covered horizons.

But I am often in my car
and instead am forced to look
down at the yellow and white lines
engaging the grooved asphault
between isolated city alcoves
on country roads lined with snow.

The playland of the mind
while the sinking night
swallows me whole.

Dear God, please
help me stay awake
until I get home tonight.

III.

I am no more a threat
than you are to yourself.

IV.

People often over-simplify
what is meant by the word

choice.

Fate and Destiny happen to be twins
that had their eyes ripped out
by Oedipus and Electra's brother
(before anything went wrong).

Whether those twins watch over us
or indulge themselves
in their remaining senses
matters not at all.

Choice has little to do with outcomes,
but a surprising amount to do
with the water tumbling down
the side of your glass
placed in front of you
by a perky, yet apathetic waitress.