double me

i see an image of myself in a faraway mirror through the double doors, slid open now. that must be what i look like, and i think "I look lonely" seeing myself so far away and in context. but then, i lean back and there are two of me reflected in the corner mirror. thats more like it, thats more like what i feel now. "how appropriate" i think, because i am writing about doubles, and about Margaret Atwood, and she always puts her rhetorical thoughts in quotation marks.