She stands on her tippy toes to stare over the sink at her reflection
A smile stretches across her mouth to reveal her widely gapped teeth
The smile is not one brought forth by happiness
It was one meant to remind her of the dentist's promise
that her teeth would shift naturally over time into a closed tooth smile
and close they did
She brushes the hair away from her face
so that her eyes look back at her in the mirror
Her cracked lips pull back over her teeth in more of a grimace than a smile
The dullness in her eyes matched the pain in her crooked lips
but her lips would stay bent nonetheless
in hopes that the shine in her eyes would return
And so the shine did
She lifts up the edge of her shirt
to gently prod at the slightly pudgy skin
that she perceived to be much more hefty than reality showed her
She stared at that deceitful midsection in the mirror
And let her eyes rise to see the shaky, waterlogged grin on her face
because she would lie to her body the same way it lied to her
until they ended on the same page
And eventually they did
She sees the bright smile in the mirror
as soon as she flicks on the bathroom light
Her smile is straight, closed tooth, pretty
She brags about never having to endure the pain of braces
Her eyes are lively, dancing with laughter
She laughs a lot and she laughs the loudest
often causing the rest of the room to chuckle along
Her body is only a secondary thought
so different from her past when it was her whole character
beginning, middle, and end
There's no tears on her face,
no shadows in her eyes,
no pinching at her skin in desperation
There is a second set of eyes though
Clawing at the sink
and reaching to see themselves in the mirror
She lifts up the little eyes and little body they belong to
She sits them on the sink
"Look at that beautiful smile,"
She tells her baby boy
And look he does, eyes wide and smile wider
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Lessons Learned
PoetryThese poems are not organized in a linear fashion. Some of the last poems happened first, some of the first poems happened last, and some of the contradicting poems happened all at once. However, I figured this organization of it might be a bit easi...