Self-Portrait Above the Urinal

The engine in the mirror

has my eyes,

the element of calm,

a problematic detail.

A face. A well.

Only not a well,

a cistern

that collects

more than it feeds.

Short hair, hazel eyes,

nets for sadness,

the sideways smile

that disguises the run out,

the monster call,

the life to get back to,

a deep, selfless drunk,

like that of a child.