That’s Me

I ran into myself coming out of a taxi

it looked like me

and I was coming out of a taxi too
and we saw each other
and we knew
that we were the same guy

Was he my mirror?
Was he left handed?

Was there a rare meeting
of parallel universes
on a city street
folded on itself
and us?

I mean me?

We both had the same idea
and walked over to one another
with a goofy smile

both reticent
but we knew
the other was not a threat

How could I do
a quick test?

“Watching on AC”
I said.

“Or Washington DC”
he said.

“Want a beer?”
I said.

“Need one.”
he said.

So we got a beer
and caught up
on old times.

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~ by bracketbracket on May 19, 2010.

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