THE MAN
by Nari Ando
His face unseen, barely visible against the screen
But I know, I know he’s there.
I asked around my neighborhood,
But none ever saw that man,
That man that copied my movements, my clothes, my personality.
Every night, I look outside my door,
And he’s there, moving when I do.
I’d had it. I’d had enough! I broke the door.
I grabbed my hammer and smashed that glass on the door,
but as soon as I did, the man vanished,
but still I see him behind the door repaired.
Nari Ando is a junior pursuing a Baccalaureate in English.