Roy Marmelstein
The Pretender

A different self writes about me in the mirror. He sees a pheasant in an eagle's dress floating over ice cold alcohol-stained tables. The holy land, not even promised, stretches before him to the sound of music and the toasting of champagne glasses. Wondrous!

They say Pandora carries her box everywhere. Eye contact in the mirror as her cigarette glows red. What will come of this?