on Windows

Looking at my window I see myself reflected there; two mud-brown eyes
unblinking with a sharp nose and pursed lips perched beneath.
I stare back in a defiant contest.

I see a shadow pass behind my reflection but I don’t know if it’s outside
or in. We both turn to face the might-be-shadow maybe-behind us,
and then fume, curse, and moan that we’ve lost the game.

I turn off the lights to make myself go away.

The End

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