Day Twelve: "Nervous Man in a Four Dollar Room"

Nervous Man in a Four Dollar Room

But of course the point is that
the nervous one disappears, yes?
That life affords us more or less
dramatic opportunities to become
alternate versions of ourselves,
to cross some threshold and leave
ourselves behind? We stare
into mirrors each morning and ask
who we will be, and seek out
in the glass something other
than what we know we are.
And who knows how frequently
each of us has banished our own
former selves into this reflective
limbo, how many skins we have
shed only to emerge as something
other?