Nothing

The dress is off, and not only is she fat; she’s invisible.
But I was forced to build the machine when I declined to be a squirrel and now I can be neither.

Goddamn Shadow

To my shadow, my jerking shoulder and swiveling hips are a game, and she can do it, too. She can dance like me. She can draw the picture and, oh, it looks just like me. How goddamn cute.