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With 9 clear windows

across your face, through
each of which, 6 hills gazing

back through the windows
at me. Unless it hurts too

much to tell the truth, switch
gears whenever necessary.

Ten minutes earlier I walk
into a closet of my own. It

is our annual Mix ‘n’ Match
Day. And then your faced,

glazed with multiple panes
utilized normally for observ

ation. But it wasn’t until I
began taking your pill that

I realized how intense social
anxiety can be. Is. A bike

messenger, as if on cue, has
knocked on our door, having

entered the building’s lift
with his one true companion.

“Knock knock,” I answer. “I’m
here to clean your windows,”

comes the answer from behind
the door that will remain locked,

bolted for ten hours, one hour more
than the number of windows earlier

found twinkling across a stranger’s
face. “And this is my routine,” I

write upon a line in a notebook,

one already crowded with funny-

sounding sentences, before
returning it to my back pocket.