The Game

Take a little slice
but not too much in one sitting
for one never knows when they will be called
back,
for seconds
God only knows
Oh, mirror of mine ~
He who traces life lines down my brow,
follows hollow centers around the perimeters
of my cheeks bones
sucked in between broken molars,
counts the vertebrates down my spine,
in a row
Leave, don't go
Say yes, say no
Who knows what is better?
Who is the decider,
at this point in the game?
Take a little slice,
but not too much in one sitting,
for God only knows how,
when we will be called back,
for the second time,
around
Oh, mirror of mine.

ldn