Stepping back
I stepped into the gallery
and was taken back to cubiculō Caligulae,
quī bacchationem habebat,
ac phasmates plebum vīdī,
spectántia cum libidibus tristibus.
I stopped at one particular painting,
my arms folded,
weight shifted toward one hip,
and I realized I was staring at myself.
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