the lamp is old.
stained
with whatever has
floated
in the air.
the inside singed
with heat,
the outside
fuzzed
with lint.
the base
is bent,
but the light still
works.
the light goes
on
with a click of the switch.
like us,
we keep
bright, keep working
at it
despite
what the mirror says.
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