Mirror Memory

Just now, I learned
That the same calcium nitrate
Used to silver everyday mirrors
Is also the same used
In modern camera film

What if, in time
We learned how to gently peel off from our mirrors
These thin films of overlaid memories?

What a thrill then
To go hunting everywhere
In attics, at yard sales, through old fun houses
To find especially ancient, ownerless mirrors
Each one a precious archeological digsite
Of near-lost memories
To be carefully lifted and studied
Ghostly snapshots
Of our unselfconscious selves

Or instead
Maybe first, I would break into my old apartment
Rip the vanity mirror off the bathroom wall
And run with it
Safe under my arm
Keeping secret forever
The embedded, glazed memory
Of my rehearsing, "I love you"

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