by Rie

I am watching myself in the mirror. (Because that is the obvious thing to do in a department store dressing room.)

My eyes have little grey pillows casting shadows where they do not belong. They are red-rimmed but dry. I always look like I’ve been crying these days. My nose is an odd thing. It is a button of the wrong size. No clean lines, just rounded shadows. I move down and see how my lower lip sticks out a little more than my upper lip. When slightly parted I look a little stupid (uncomprehending and listless).

I turn my head and study my profile. That’s where I stop because too much of me is too much.

Appearances are such funny things.