it's very hard to believe there is only one scope. when washing your hands, looking down at those same old hands. are they the hands you always had? yes, they're different. but you covered your mouth with them so many times, because of vomit, because of fear, because of smiles. you picked up dirt and stones, you picked up pills and ribbons. you let a small animal stay there, safe.
when there's no mirror in a bathroom and all you have is your breasts and your hands to look down upon. are these the same breasts? when they were not there and you walked shirtless, happy and free, talking to passing cars. when they were there, and you pushed his mouth away from them because you felt nothing.
are you really only one person? it's so easy to forget...