“The Afterthought” by Nina Svatovic
Am I just
Writing the version of me I like to read
Is this a just reflection?
Or am I romanticizing experiences
Flirting with my history
Letting memories court my mind and deciding
Which me is fit to be seen right away
As if it were possible to pick just the right combination
That would unlock me
So that all could witness
The same opening
As if it were possible to dial
The same set of chosen words
And arrive at one honest portrait
Of a person
With a part-time voice
And a full-time mind
Working overtime
Just to provide
A justified reflection
To adjustable eyes
