On Knowing

For my friend on the occasion of her wedding.

What I know of mirrors

is their imperfection,

their imbalance of mathematics:

one reflects one, & we imagine

this is wholeness & we believe

we know ourselves--

yet you know better,

have known for years

carefully counted, a truth

kept hidden, safe & sacred:

love reflects what mirrors miss,

self known only by being known,

by letting another in to

tell us what they see.

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