Balancing on a stool
the bathroom mirror told me
that my legs are still beautiful
and for a fleeting moment
thought of Marlene Dietrich,
she used to have an affair with Hemingway,
Gertrude Stein had seen them kiss in the garden
where a rose is a rose.
The mirror also told me
that my legs are too hairy
and for a fleeting moment
I though of Hemingway,
this great writer
who hid his painful shyness behind manly bravado
and big game hunting.