Self-Portrait

To be sure, 
I checked again.
That's what a 
self-portrait 
does. The mirror
was out of place,
too idiomatic,
too aromatic;
the ears distract
from the mouth.
I see confidence in
those eyebrows,
the angle of lucid
uncertain calm.
Chaos has ruffled
that mane, to bring
out of line the 
squiggles that 
demand a place
and time to play.