see my face for the first

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Part 73 of the 73-part series called "moon photos"

the mirror opens like an eye
the light falls like an axe
on my face the early morning
sun musses my hair slobbers
over my face like an excited
dog how are you going to be
in the world I ask the mirror
version of me how are you
and it just stares
                 I just stare
it doesn’t understand the
question I don’t repeat it
I don’t understand the quest
ion it doesn’t repeat it and
where do we go from here
we ask each other in silence
our faces locked like moons
surrounding each other darkly