Something Else
I can’t pinpoint when it happened, but once I noticed it, the change was unmistakable. Domestic animals generally took to me, at least before; I never was a pet person, but they were always happy to come sniff about me.
Now I meet a dog on the sidewalk, it bolts the other way, the owner forced to scold and tug to get past me.
Other things, too – babies crying when I look their way, people staring through me in crowds.
I think I’ve been replaced, somehow, by something not human.
Sometimes I wonder what they did with the real me.
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