If you'd never seen a map
you wouldn't know
how a road can look like a vein.
Today I saw a woman in the carpark
wearing my t-shirt,
not literally mine
but an identical shirt to one I own
and I thought how nicely it hangs at the back.
No matter how I twist my head,
how I distort myself
in front of the mirror,
I could never see myself like that,
as something whole and fluid,
moving inside a piece of cloth.
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