It is when I reflect on you
that I see myself most clearly,
bobbing in the pool on one foot,
pretending that I am swimming,
trying to placate you.
You see me and know
I am faking it,
too frightened to let go,
to risk drowning.
You won’t be fooled,
rolling your eyes.

I would like to think you accept
this about me.
Perhaps you do —
you don’t let on.