it used to be only in bathrooms,
the occasional hallway, or a
fancy bedroom—we see too much
of myself, everywhere, all the time—
at least, mirrors used to contain light
now they carry hydrocarbon stains

maybe I should take off my clothes
and perhaps you’d like me better
terrified to grow old but no filters
just fillers: glycerin and matrixyl
argireline solutions and caffeine
organic cold-pressed rose hip oil

none of it will save my sagging skin
although maybe if we just keep buying
and staring at the vials and dispensers
on the shelves, the reflections change
not ours, but the ones in my brain
rewilding pathways to youth within

why would I take a long bath and risk
wrinkling everything, on purpose?
thiccer, lifter, fitter, triple-action,
day-and-night serums, cleansers,

‘Postmodern Cynicism’ exists only online,
you should go on his Facebook sometime