the other nils
the hand in the mirror moved a
fraction of a second before his
own . his hand followed as
if drawn to scratch his nose where
the mirror hand already gave relief
the mirror eye began to wink and
his own eyelids slid together
in conspiracy . he left the bathroom
quickly, closed the door, wondering
if the other nils were walking down
the other hall and if those dark shoes
touched the carpet just ahead of his own
by Nils Peterson