everything is opposite and yet the same. that’s how mirrors work, I know that and yet I blink.
the person smiling back at me, lips pulled wide, eyes drawn narrow, I’ve never seen before and yet-that’s me.
we look the same, her and I and yet I think she knows something I don’t.
I ask her questions: why didn’t I take that risk? What will happen next?
and she just smiles, this twin of mine, because what she knows, she knows best.