Exoflesh - Reminders of Identity

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Reminders of Identity

By A. Guinevere Kern


These are my terribly expensive shoes.

I can see my reflection

In their polished surfaces.

Everyone is wearing this style.

They are the shoes of choice.

My shoes are me.

Have you gawked lately

At my engagement ring?

It is stamped pure 18kt gold

And engraved with my initials.

It cost a fortune.

I can see my image

(Though rather distorted)

In my flat and shiny wedding band,

Like a fun-house mirror.

This ring is an external symbol

Of my husband's devotion

Which shall never die.

He's on a business trip at this time, 

I don't know where. I haven't

Heard from him for several weeks.

My wedding ring is me.

Mrs. Mrs. Mrs.

I have never reflected

On that stupid mid-life question

All my silly friends keep asking:

"Who am I? Who am I?"

I need only to glance around myself

For the answer.

My children regard me.

I see myself in their eyes.

They look like me.

Even the license plate 

On my Ferrari is monogrammed, 

My towels, my cigarette case, my wallet.

My driver's license photo is marvelous, luv

It shows my Riviera tan to advantage.

Sad to see my face encased in plastic, 

Yet it rests, my picture pressed

Against my American Express card

(Which bears my name).

My name, my name, pre-printed on my checks

Chiseled in the flecks

Of marble on my pre-purchased tombstone.

Of course, I personally will never die.

I beg your pardon?

Social consciousness?

I am very conscious of my social position, 

Thank you! People starving across the water?

You don't say. I have no acquaintances

Who are starving. Our accountant takes care

Of such matters as donations. I mean, after all

It isn't me.

You must excuse-moi, what did you say

Your name was, sir?

What do you mean, you have lots of names?

Just call you Lucifer? Odd name . . .

I say, Luke, old chum, 

I've had a few too many Bloody Marys.

You knew her, did you say?

I have truly had too many . . .

I must take a swim in

Our indoor pool to sober up.

Only in the shallow areas.

No, I cannot swim at all.

Daddy always carried me through

The deep water.

My husband often warned me to 

Stay away from the deep end.

He needn't fear; I shan't fall in.

I simply wish to lean over

Far enough to see how I look

In my new swimsuit. A tear (!)

Has made my reflection wavery

And unclear. You are right, Luke,

I must get closer . . . closer . . . 

The better to see myself.

(Sir, you have no reflection).

The better to see myself.



~~Copyright 1988

Submitted: June 01, 2018

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