Reflections on a Hotel Bathroom Mirror
I get up early to shower. The bathroom is cramped, the mirror positioned so as to be unavoidable. I encounter my body, Awkwardly, Like an old friend I should have texted back. “It’s good to see you,” I say, and smile thinly. We look at each other, Strangely. She’s changed, I think— Maybe—I don’t know. …
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