Your electric face
shines like a star
in a dark night
the size of a closet

in touch with yourself
in the chromium glare
you're reflected in
a thousand products

how much of yourself
can you stand
how much can
anyone else bear

just short of becoming
rich and famous
you've left to the world
by your own devices

the mirror has a name
the mirror talks back
the window's broken
the mirror's unscratched

can you really share a world
is that still possible
are there only enough continents
for one content individual

you think of travel
afraid of the prices
left to a world with
your own devices