Identity

From this prompt.

I think I know who I am sometimes 

In the mirror I look

At myself with eyes that are 
less than sharp

That’s okay, as I’m not really solid 

I’m moving particles – or so the physicists say

How can I even hope to see myself? 

But I do see what I think is me

I’m not displeased 

I’m satisfied 

I won’t complain 

I’m satisfied 

 self portrait of the  writer 

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