A wide
gaze,
Breathless
chest -
She is
absorbing
My stories
Bit by bit,
Transposing
herself
In the
stories
In my place
Substituting her
Life with
mine,
Which I
think
Is as
ordinary
As it goes,
As normal
As
possible:
Does she
know this?
Is it love?
- The
reason for
Her
transposed
Existence;
or
Is my life
Truly exceptional?
So any
one
Would want
it?
I admit though
I love it!
- Her
desire
To be me…
But she
should
Get her own
First-hand
life –
Need I tell
her this?