Suppose you're only on duty
As yourself four days a week
So that on the other three days
Someone else plays at being
you.
She's pretty skilled and tries hard
To act as you would; her
thoughts
Are subtly colored to match yours.
Before she leaves, she records her
day
So you're able, if you wish,
To persuade yourself you lived it.
This goes on smoothly for
years
Until the morning you wake up
Three states away, holding a note
That says "We need to talk."
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