ways of living IV.

not sure what time of day
it is any longer---not sure
which self to act with these
days---not sure which part
of this individual is broken
up into the most pieces,
but each piece seems to
evolve quickly into a different
person for each occasion,
like a light switch that comes
on & off, like a line of lips
that bounces up & down
from smile to frown, with
different hairstyles, with
different looks, with the ability
to leave this world for a while,
with the ability to find a
way coasting along the wave
of all these discombobulated
selves, that make sense only
in the reflection of a mirror
that has already been smashed
on the ground, flushed out into
scattered jagged bits.