How Long

Standing before the mirror

It asks me what I am doing

I ask what it thinks I am doing

It says I am fighting reality.

Is it a crime I ask?

Sometimes, maybe, it says

When we eat, are we not fighting the reality of hunger

And does it not go away

When we war, are we not fighting conflict and will peace not come in its place even if it’s slower than a snail

Yes, those, because answers abound

But you,

how long

shall you hold your breath

Your belly is real, there are no answers yet