Indirect Characters

i saw them on the streets in downtown portland the other day they each wore pieces of someone elses expressions. some of them were tall like the clouds seem in the morning when you first look up. others looked different maybe more like me or less like you. some wore mirrors over their eyes, and when they spoke it sometimes sounded like yagasaki moriah todoi. the words would bounce off of the pavement like scattered scrabble pieces. i would pick up one then another as i turned my head. i became very proficient at wandering and collecting all things ungiven out of the corners of my eyes. third person twice removed we all watched each other.