And then I (the real me) saw the jagged line of my eyebrows in the mirror, and I (the real me) heard a wild, repulsive cry: “What?! Also? No: what do you mean by ‘also’? No—I demand to know.” Stretched African lips. Goggle eyes . . . I (the real me) firmly grabbed this other self (the wild, shaggy, heavily breathing self) by the scruff of the neck.
