Face II

I found a new face on my back, using mirrors. I don’t know how long it has been there, staring into my shirt. I wouldn’t have thought to look were it not for a strange sensation that somebody was behind me. It’s quite small, the new face, but perhaps it will expand. I suppose it can’t have been there when I was a child, as I used to go swimming, clad only in shorts; the earliest it can have emerged would be during my shy, retiring teenage years. How old am I now? I forget. But I bet HE knows. The face on my back must remember when he first opened his eyes.

I stand with my back to the window so that he can see the world. I wonder if one day he will speak, and what he will say. I wonder if there’s another brain in there.