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Michael Harlow


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The Identikit  


. . . A woman is climbing in and out of her bedroom mirror.

Her Husband is plugged into the wall-socket.

She is watching herself – carefully.

Carefully . . . he is turning himself on and off.

The mirror winks. Click – click, click . . .   And snaps a picture.

Am I . . . beautiful? she says from inside the mirror.

Wife! shouts the Husband and disconnects himself. He runs to the dressing-table. He strips.
He oils himself, over that his Wife’s only peignoir.

He stares into the mirror . . .

Am I . . . beautiful? he whispers, watching himself being watched by his Wife who is watching herself.

Click – click, click . . .

. . .

When the film is developed: the room is dark, a small coin of light the moon is shining . . . and we see . . .

No one at all –

No, if we look carefully we see . . .

A giant mousetrap and two white mice . . . pedalling furiously in opposite directions . . .

 

 

From Nothing but Switzerland and Lemonade (Hawk Press, 1980)

Michael Harlow
 


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