Tuesday 27 July 2010

Mirror

I rest my head against the window

of a running train, using

my red raincoat as pillow;

half asleep, tapping laptop keys,

reading, surfing. Close, in the corner

of both smarting eyes I see

a blood red jacket blocking

out my view and, wondering,

why would you do that, you know,

hide from your own true reflection?

1 comment:

  1. i think i like stories with people riding on trains for some reason unknown to me.

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