hello

are you cold?
i can't see you
but do you see what i see
hear what i hear
feel what i feel
in the mirror?

i live in a garden
and i water the vines
that wind around me.
water drips from my
fingertips
and still they twine
and climb and wind
and freeze me
into a strange hedge
a stranger whom
i do not know
but i think i am.

i am an observer
watching the interrogation
from next door
through a one-way mirror.
the prisoner stands by the wall
he does not know he is watched.
yet it is a mirror
he stares into.
and then when he bends
i bend too.

so. in my mirror
feel what i feel
hear what i hear
but do you see what i see
i can't see you
are you cold?