"photo album fade"

There is no true self.

We are constantly changing,

Evolving into something else.

We cannot work in stasis.

We cannot progress while stagnant.

We cannot afford to be faceless.

Our photographs will fade,

So, we take new ones.

Soon, we forget our old names

Because they never mattered in the first place.

"auditory mirror"

 Mirrors exist,

Where I live.

I don’t need you,

To remind me I look like shit.

I know I’m too skinny,

I know my face looks worn,

And through my skin,

I know you see my bones.

Since I can see,

I don’t need

An auditory mirror.