Stared at me like I was missing a part of my face. Or as if I was wearing two faces, tells on top of tells.
An uncanny valley of obvious giveaways, past lives practically in plain sight. Canyons for shadow, cheeks covered by makeup and clay, eyes close enough to crater me.
I watched you blink deeply, roll over your irises, blanket your gaze.
I wanted to understand what scared you first (an avalanche of recency bias, a whole life spent in an empty room, feelinglessness in your face and fingertips).
How you could forget where I left myself in that valley too?
Extinct already, first and last of no one’s kind. There are certain things you should have known by now.
At least ask.