Who I am ?


I stand before the mirror:
too straight,
In poker face –
without a smile,
with flushed face.

Who am I?

I will immersed in ice
  of the mirror:

with head bowed,
of the abandoned corners of my mouth,
with expression of uncertainty.
I stand
Gently tilting the head,
I smile,
the tip of his nose touching the glass of the mirror

I’m …


fot. A. Bober