snap shot

instead of photos on the living room wall
we hung only mirrors. It’s been easier
to tell a story about “that one time,”

everyone comes and goes
catching peripheral vision
no ugly duckling stories
everyone calls themselves
Homer, undisputed, leads
each other, rebuilding
upon each other, at each
meeting but self-gazing
waiting, we're lost, waiting
to see the scrapbook
page unfold.