“Mirror Man : Mirror Me!”—Captain Beefheart
Streets wet with rain
—gleaming streets—
reflect streaks of light
from lamps overhead
I plap past puddles in sandals
and see myself—
One night
riding a bus
through an invisible world
I glanced at one of the windows
expecting to see myself
in the gleaming glass
and instead saw a still
grey woman gaze back
and accepted this
as me
.
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