when
youre walking
&
youre talking
&
your voice
goes different
like an echo
like a tomb
like
some great distance
has gatecrashed in
&
you sound like someone else
for a long weird moment
but
you just walked
into
a bathroom . . .
thats all
thats all ?
& you sound deeper
& you sound flatter
the tile ?
& then the mirror there
its
growing you
an
older mans belly
&
dragging
a
lazy hobo beard
like a child would draw
from
out
your
root vegetable chin
door to the future
i realise
of
the
humble bathroom doorway
door to the future
&
carefully
i dont look anywhere
& do
what i came
to do
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