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Issue Seventy-Nine

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I’ve been called a liar before. I’d reply: “how observant.”
 
It’s true, I switch between many
faces, each morning, in front of the mirror,
 
I sit, light-bulb smooth and blank,
weighing the options…
 
From “Hypothesis” by Rhea Cinna