I thought they were my friends;
when we grinned back through our 13-way mirrors,
sitting while standing up–on edge
the long clean blade that pinked the tops of our crowns,
(Best not to think of it.)
we ducked our heads
how's it going?–
about the same, you?–
same…
well, I've got–
me too–
ducking our heads back out
of the watching glass, like
nevermind.
Continuing our glasswork,
trying not to notice the pink suds from all this cleaning