I smashed a mirror

Pieces flew every which way

Each reflecting a different me

Each with something different to say

Parallel partial realities

Separately reflecting choices

Some made, some not

Each with their own insistent voices

An eyeball over there

Choosing to roll wildly

An arm lopped at shoulder

Yet still stroking mildly….

Staring from prismatic portals

A hundred little mini me’s

Scrambling madly, shimmering

Like a refractive rainbow tease

Fumbling, I got the bottle of epoxy

Gathered my myriad selves

Stuck them back together

Propped them on a shelf

Now my mirror shows a truer image

One splintered , warped, cracked

Lips licking broken teeth

A soul which cohesiveness lacked

Never have I felt more together

More disparately cohesive

Than searching my image

In a mirror bonded with adhesive