Lost and Found

Dreams of getting lost that come from stories
of getting lost. Or a book, a pair of scissors, 

the small jar of chillies always kept in its particular 
place, only to find it's disappeared when you need it. 

Where did you park the car, how did you get 
into an elevator headed toward the city? 

What's a shadow but a crooked tooth 
pressing from behind one that tries 

to stand as straight as it can? When catching
sight of yourself in the mirror, the eyes are the only 

ones still awake, begging for the grace to be 
reunited with the rest of the unmasked face.

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