Friday, February 6, 2015

OPPORTUNITY COST

Just think—somewhere 
or other

in your place, 
there's a mirror—

greensilver gilded—
otherwise austere,
grim, dustless—

that you
yourself—
when you first moved here

never
endeavored 
to hang there;

it just—clings 
where it clung before,
same 

as it ever was, and already
paid for.
But never once

have you hesitated
to allow it
to use you

routinely—prior to exhaling
out your 
door every morning—

to look itself squarely 
in the eye

and to think—
what the hell?

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