atop my brother’s private
bathroom mirror
two stickers
side by side:
a number four to the left,
five to the right.
my stunned face
stares back.
implications arise.
my image eases into
despair.
he supports him?
he sees him in himself?
he a reflection of…
what? I wonder.
narcissism, bigotry,
sexism, hate?
the light goes off.
I leave.
Days later,
miles away,
I text the question
to which I fear
I want no answer.
Why the 45?
The one above your mirror?
An athlete you admire?
Your favorite number?
I play dumb.
Minutes pass.
A text dings.
“It’s Megan’s volleyball number.”
About the Creator
Denise Davis
A Manhattan-toasted, Kentucky marinated, Southern Californian, this 60+ year old woman has studied writing, taught writing and admired writing. It's time to actually begin writing. We shall see how this goes.
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Comments (2)
Brilliant 🏆
well written poem