Watching
As a little girl, in my little-girl room
I had two mirrors.
One for my face, one for my body
The first, large and wide
At my dressing table
The second, long and slender
On a swinging door
I would pull the door until they showed each other
but they were never face to face
And I would watch myself, with her head turned away
Watching herself, with her head turned away
Watching me
Watch her watch her watch me
None of us could catch the one who watched her watching her.
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