Once you become visible, it's hard to disappear into the shadows again, but Hank White was doing his level best. His life depended on it. People looked right through you when you were flipping ... [+]
the face is five eyes wide.
You pencil the extras in
and then erase them,
but in every crowd
they're impossible to unsee—
one for the dead,
one for the dream life,
one for the yet-to-be—
gazing at you
from the other side of time.