Day Old Cherry Pie

 
Reflections of me are hard
to find nerve endings unwind
around crystal  stemware.

 It felt good to rest  my feet
on ice picks with  mis-matched
handles. juice from day old
 cherry  pie stains my lips
and  my teeth.  

Cash due on the rental of a
two- ton floor  jack  painted  
blue it  holds the structure
I've built around  my heart,
 built with resilience and  
a pallet load of quilted velvet
  and rebar.

I sat looking into pieces of
a  vintage chandelier cracked
 the plating worn away
half the dangles are missing
the other half shine beautifully.

They are the reflection I have
found but  afraid to look at.