except in mirrors
and old photographs
I’ve not met him



2 thoughts on “807

  1. The guy who lives behind my mirror and sometimes sneaks into old photos keeps me on my toes and one day should I get caught sprinkling my azalea hedges vice dealing with the dastard in the mirror, I truly will know the so-and-so and may quit arguing with him that fishing and book reading (both with accompanying adult (foam on top beverages) truly are work, and just sneak out without flushing.

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