There is a face that I once knew
we share a nose
and a freckle or two
she’s stuck in selfies on my phone
and ever present when I’m alone
She dances in the picture frames
at both my parents’,
the eyes the same
and even when I’ve grown stout
the similarity will be pointed out
The imputed I, it claims all things
that photo there is me, it sings
that car is mine and so are these kids
and this skin and face
and pale eyelids
Everything is mine, or related to me
while wise men retort: mistakenly!
mistaken appearance all my own
true as ash to fire and dust to stone
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