The worst part's that for hours now
grass has been running in my new dress
and I am sitting on a concrete bench
one of five before the hairdresser's
the first is dumb, the second wide-eyed
the third afflicted with duplicity
I am the fourth and fifth
for I'm standing in a puddle
I see myself in it and must pull faces
else the one of them who's me
could not tell the fur cap on my head
from the dead bird at my feet