When I put on my Special Glasses
you can see yourself in the silver reflection
of the round disks that cover my eyes
like coins for the dead.
Nothing can be hidden
from those lenses -
all your secrets are laid bare
as you look into the place
where my eyes ought be.
With my Special Glasses on
you might assume I have X-ray vision -
like a cross between Freud and Superman
I can see everything buried and hidden
behind your smile.
But you would be wrong.
My Special Glasses are mirrors
on both sides,
so while you think you see my face
set in judgement around your sins,
eyebrows raised, mouth tight,
you see a different kind of reflection.
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