06:48 · the hall mirror, on the way past
over your shoulder, where the door of the kitchen is. it had
your shape but not your colour. it was not unkind. it had no
expression at all, which is a kind of kindness in a glass.
when you turned, the door was the door. when you looked again,
the glass was glass. the second face will not be available for
a second viewing this morning.
mirror ·
you ·
the breath ·
the seat ·
us
— afterwards I went into the kitchen. the kettle was warm.