It shouldn’t be like this
not
so long after: the hunter and the hunted
oppressor and oppressed: so much later
but now
still playing games with mirrors
still replicating that face
you look
in every crowd
you note
the set of her shoulders (whose?): the way
she moves
the planes of her features: tense
all symmetry and conspiracy
all over, so much later
over now:
it shouldn’t be like this
