I’ll never see all of me

There are parts of me

That I will never see in person

Sometimes I see my checks

Or down my nose

Or my lips if I pucker them enough

I have never seen my eyebrows

Or my chin

Or my neck

Outside of my reflection

Like a picture

Of someone I’ll never fully meet

I can twist and see some of my back

But I don’t know my spine too well

And the top of my head’s a mystery

Of course,

I am me

I feel me

I smell, and hear, and taste me

I know me

But I’ll never fully see me