Self
If it weren’t for selfies,
how would I know what
I look like?
For years, seen through other cameras,
lenses, eyes.
Now I snap a close-up,
wrinkles like fine webs
next to my eyes, skin too pale
and too red at the same time,
auburn hair fading into grey wire
at the temples.
That’s me, I think.
That’s me.
© Anne Westlund
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