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lOOking in the mirror, _
i remember when i was twelve
and an inner ear infection
turned level ground
into a roller-coaster ride.
stlmding in the kitchen,
i watched sunlight blur and smear' .-
across the floor which, heaving,,-
swung up to meet my face.
like a dresden figurine
wrapped in layered tissue,
i stayed in bed, enveloped
in a creamy feather comfort
until long after earth bad stabilized
and the bruise
bad faded to a muddy-gold,
knowing it was over,
but afraid to trust myself again.
-Ann Hackman
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