melvina

if i look at a certain angle at the picture of jules, on my desk- to the left. in the dark with just the light shining through the window that is covered by a blanket and the very dim one from the hall-
i see. my face meld into hers. my face fits right into the right side of her- which is where i always was, to the right- and i stare. and stare. and i move my head.