Like a Dim Mirror

by arianne

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Yesterday I took this picture out my living room window.  At first I thought the sun was pretty, but the more I looked I identified with it.

The finger prints, the smudges, like looking in a dim mirror of myself.  Bright spots, but things askew, strewn about.  Foggy, messy, broken fence being propped up, barely standing.  Signs that fun was once had, but no life in a while.

I tried to wipe the window with my sleeve to make it clearer, but it just got more foggy, more blurry.  I couldn’t see.

In my mind I broke the window, just so the dimness would go away.

When it broke the air rushed in, and I could breathe again.




Because the fact in fact
Whatever’s in front of me is covering my view
So I can’t see what I’m seeing in fact
I only see what I’m looking through

I had to break the window
It just had to be it was in my way
Better that I break the window
Then forget what I had to say

-”Window”, Fiona Apple

(Post originally published March 2009)

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