The mirror in the room

holds me quite tightly

within its glassy memory.

Standing aside from its stare

I know what its thoughts are.

Dreaming of a reflection,

reflecting on a dream.

Still, but still in motion,

an opposite movement

a trick of the eye,

thoughts backward,

it emulates itself,

and echoes all before it.

Patiently waiting for its time

to cast a li...

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Looked in the possessing mirror
Holding me fast in her grip
Not letting go even when I step away
Keep an eye on yourself
Spy on yourself
Introspective inspection

I saw the stranger in me
the foreigner in my family
the immigrant in my house

Was it me?
Was it you?
It was me
It was you

Another situation
Another time
Same reaction
Same action
 

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