Saturday, October 11, 2014

Morning - Five (Do You See What I See?)

In the blind darkness from waking to shower, I shuffle my feet, kicking clothes - my shoes, her bra.

Flip the light switch in the bathroom to supernova the world until eyes adjust.

Hot shower steams the room and fogs up my glasses, softening the hard edges of the world, making the borders porous. When I take of my glasses I see more clearly, but no better than I want to, putting off the moment when I have to wipe off the hard mirror and see myself staring back.

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