mirror
"In me she has drown a young girl, and in me an old woman Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish." "Mirror" -Sylvia Plath "I'm getting old," she says, touching her neck. "Look at all these wrinkles." A constant state of surprise A strange reintroduction A failure to recognize your self in your skin How did things change when I feel quite the same? I fear these pictures from my mom's wedding will take me a month to get through. They're all there- ready- but I can't get past the smallest batch before the swelling of some horrible force of emotion stalls me. Who IS that? Who IS she? Where AM I in that frame? How did I spend the whole weekend with them an not see them at all? How is it that my face? and to think these are the easy years- years that i will look back on in a few decades as vibrant with a lack of responsibility. to think that the future scrapes toward a growing dependence- louder nee...