papa woke this morning and stared at himself long and hard in the ceiling mirror. papa saw his soul sitting on his soft nest of chest hair and his soul said to him okay, papa. okay man, okay okay.
papa slipped out of bed slid into some slippers.
papa walked to the more forgiving bathroom mirror and gave himself a look.
papa saw them long grey notes under his eyes.
papa coughed up something yellow.
papa caught the reflection of his soft shoulders and went back to bed.