I stand at an intersection and
         my perception distorts for half a second.
Whether it’s the sight of the storefronts,
or the familiar rush of traffic,
the smell of sizzling concrete,
or the voices of passersby,
         I know I’ve been here before.
And I like to think
         about my doppelganger,
         no doubt being a rockstar
         in a parallel world running
         alongside me.