Halves and Wholes
His fingers were square at the tips.
Mine have had their corners blunted.
My chin is his.
A mirror always finds him looking back.
Did I tell you that I washed the sweater? Over and over. As if one might kill a piece of cloth by drowning. I wished it smelled of bleach and soap.
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