Looking Glass

October 19, 2011
By Imogene BRONZE, St. Peters, Missouri
Imogene BRONZE, St. Peters, Missouri
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He looks at the boy whose feral hunger gnaws at his bones—
secretly, he is glad he’s not him.

They look at the people whose lives are marred and lay in ruins
[perhaps not by their own design]
as their critical tongues click between their teeth—
but secretly, they are glad they’re not them.

But what happens if the images blur;
if he becomes him, alone on the streets,
she becomes her in a stranger’s bed,
and they become them?

If the glass we’ve looked through
shifts to a mirror we’re in?

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