The Petrifying Things

The petrifying things
that haunt me include
waking up one day to realize
I have become that person
who enjoys the OMG
Facebook games
that make cute acronyms
from the letters of my name
my wine glass empty
spit marks
down the barely reflecting mirror
a book mark in the hardback
version of Puffin’s Big Book of Ornithology for Beginners
the binoculars standing
perpendicular upon
a lightly soiled doily