Today I saw myself in a public bathroom mirror, thought how odd that I should look all right to myself reversed. My default is backwards, but that's all right with my brain, it's expected.

Someone had written poetry the wrong way on the wrong wall. To read it I had to turn my back and see it backwards in the mirror, the right way. It said Believe it or not you are ready.

I dream places backward - a door on the north side, having to go up a hill instead of down the ravine.

Once I met a boy and thought oh, this is him, this is who fits the pattern, look, he has the face my brain expects. He did everything I did not expect. I equated constant surprise with love. I should have known I would have to turn my back to make sense of him.

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