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that day, i saw myself in the mirrored walls of the elevator. i smooth my hair, drag and twist my bangs behind my ear. i touch my face, i touch my eyes to see if they are behaving, if they are being, if they are having, or misbehaving, miss being had.  the words conflate and dizzy me, smack of the errors of my life i misbe. i mishave.

my brain feels crammed and gassy. you live, i read once, you live if you dance to the voice that ails you.