In a pixelated pixel of myself,
I see a million me's from
Bee-like eyes.
The three-way mirror shows me
All my sides,
A me within a me within a me.

I stop to watch the tiniest,
Most distant version
As she stops to look back
And ponder me.
And then she goes on,
Returns about her business,
As I wonder if her day
Will be more int'resting than mine.

-jenn