I don’t feel like I exist
I feel like coffee
The liquid form
Made while you rush around
And stare into the mirror
at your own invisibility

Your towels smell like college
When you should smell like an open window
Your towels smell like a confessional
When you should smell like the video you took of yourself
and all of your wrinkled posters curl a little at the corners
because college

You can touch your mirror face
but it doesn’t feel like your skin
it doesn’t smell like your towel
it is a mirror
it would feel the same
reflecting nothing at all

I reflect like you do
I use telephones to make people worried
Like you do
I sit by open windows and watch clouds form
like you do
I take shelter like you do too