An Exact Likeness

"An Exact Likeness"

In the museum halls I saw five paintings of my own twenty doppelgangers on a crowded bus.

In this dream, I looked out the window and saw ten more crossing Mamaroneck Avenue.

They were wearing identical clothing to my own.

I got off the bus and saw seven of my best friends' doppelgangers.

Were they all actors playing their roles?

All the people I saw in a dream looked like one another.

Were they all the same personage of me?

This raises more questions than it answered.

What is the world made of?

Photographic headlines that are alike every day?

Or is it made out of matzo balls' clay?

I am a nobody to say.

I am in my own way.

In a one act play.

By Jonathan Billet

02/14/05