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Not The House Dream This Time by Beth Joselow

depoetry
November 16, 2016

 

Dreaming myself in a younger body
so pleasant and unexpected.
Passing mirrors and windows I
glimpse with delight a remembered self,
dark-haired, thin, and confident, that tells
everyone she meets, "I'm from
the future. In a decade or so you
will meet me and we will come
to know each other well. You
are my nurse, you my doctor."

 

 

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