mirror

I rest forehead on the mirror

and look inside my own eye

somewhere on the bottom of the pupil

there might be an answer

there might be a new galaxy

but that’s the whole different story

different poem

I rest forehead on the mirror

and imprint on it

fingerprints

of my own thoughts

they duplicate themselves

reflect each other

and come back smudged in ink

I rest forehead on the mirror

and wait for the crack

to appear