Cleaning Glass

In the mirror chair I can
See myself an accident of
Placement. Reflective
Surfaces tilt at me
From surrounding collected objects.
I turn the chair around
To hide myself. Intentionally
Placing reflections behind.
My eyes are closed, watching
My flashing pinball thoughts.
Rolling distortions bounce
On inside light. Did I
Create this reflection?
No pane, no frame
But it feels like me.

JM