Bathroom scales

The mirror’s broken then?
it
shows me an image
of an old man
when
that is clearly wrong,
perhaps
it holds in its glassy memory
pictures of everyone
except one of me.

Alice is never around when
you need her.

So
I’m looking at my reflection
in
some cooked up contraption
it’s not perfect
but neither am I.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.