When I look in the mirror I see what I think is me.
But only my face faces me.
If I want to see more,
I must seek out the company of disagreeable people,
I must choose the longest line at a grocery store,
I must pick up a twenty a man drops in the street,
I must linger at a green traffic light with horns blaring.
To see more of me,
I would have to see a pompous t.v. evangelist falter and fall ,
I would have to appear in traffic court after not having done much wrong.
I would have to count the number of times ‘I’ and ‘me’ appear in this poem.