Round a friend’s house 
(Who once saw a dead man standing at a window) 
I remember a soul weighs 21 grams 
according to a film I heard of. 
Half a Mars bar, she says. 
There are too many mirrors in her house 
refracting through cold surfaces 
different identities revealing themselves in each one 
Shadows at the edges. 
I walk around wandering 
By how many souls 
Am I now overweight? 
I could sanctuary lost spirits 
In my flesh. 

A community worker, artist and writer Andrea Mbarushimana suffers acutely from being interested in everything. She has just had her first short collection published with Silhouette Press. Other credits include the Development Education Journal and Soil Biology and Biochemistry. You can find her on www.andrea-mbarushimana.com