Spitting Images


Spitting Images
by
Eric Kobb Miller

I had an image of myself,
the one I thought was me,
but it kept changing, so that
myself in others, and others
in me, I did see.

Feeling like a shattered mirror,
I pieced myself back together
into someone new, but like time
that spits out change, in which the
new mirrors the old, my reassembled
mirror still reflected spitting images
of me.