women at my dresser mirror

women at my dresser mirror
there have been so many women
at my dresser mirror
combing their hair
the comb catching
then I see their eyes in
the mirror as they look
at me
stretched on the bed.
I am almost always on the bed
it’s my favorite place.

that love or even
relationships
stop
seems so very odd
but that new loves
new relationships
arrive
that’s lucky.

even though solitude is
good
loneliness seems
imperfect.

all those faces in the
mirror
I remember them.
blossoms of feeling and
humor,
I’ve been treated well
most of the
time.

the women are now
in front of other mirrors
and the men stretch on the beds
I’m sure–
conversing, or
silent, relaxing.

another woman uses
my mirror
her name is Linda Lee
she laughs at me
I have on a black and white
Japanese “happy coat”.
maybe she will stay in my
mirror.

my luck has been so good
that death will not
matter
if it is
mine.