Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Objects in the Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear

Wiping beads of water off of the mirror
I didn’t feel the cool glass underneath.
I contacted something like skin
or oddlyfamiliar fingerprints-
As I swept my palm
across a reflection of my face
I blinked, but I did not feel it,
and at the same time I noticed
his eyes-
staring back at me mimicking
a bewildered movement.

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