glad the mirror’s close.

When I’m giving you that gift
—box in hand—nicely wrapped
Extending it towards you
And you take just a second or two
Longer than I expected you
To reach for it
***
Is that really a gift?
Are you…?
I wouldn’t put it past you, but still.
A shudder and I swallow.
***
“Most of this will look like junk to you.
But perhaps you’ll find a use for some of them.”