WINTER

One morning I looked in the mirror and

I was no longer there

I contorted my face

as if that could help

I waved

nothing waved back

light-headedness rose behind my eyes like water

I walked into my bedroom and sat on my unmade bed

the mattress was flat

the dent, my dent, was gone

I hauled myself up and walked to the kitchen

I noticed that I was now absent from every photograph

a seat came up and caught me

minutes passed and I sat, unable to move

I thought I saw my reflection in a window

but it was a robin, landing on a fencepost

I stared at it and it stared back

I believed it stared back

I swear that it stared back

then

it flew away