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It was today .......22March09
And it was today that I suddenly began to look like my mother
It was a certain lifelessness about the eyes
But this nose and these lips and those half-lit eyes that compel you
And I feel a part of something bigger,
Some female genealogy;
Someone just whispered the secret of inheritance into my ear
And it was nothing to do with money and everything to do with feeling what she felt
And her mother before her, and hers before that:
This malaise this caged-up-ness this
Resignation
Where do we begin to become undone?
