The mirror shows the best version of myself
I’ve seen in twenty years
since some woman tore me me up
and brought my weight down
quite substantially.

After that, of course, my weight rose
substantially squared
and eventually I was heavier
than ever before.

It took fifteen years to get a handle on it
and only through speed
but now
the mirror shows a me
about the same as the me
at the start of the story
which, granted, was also the present tense me
so they should both look exactly the same anyhow.
I am he
as he be me
and we be altogether us?
Something like that.

We’re looking all right, though.
Trust me on that.