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The worst things can be best for us,
So drink your fill of poison left for us.
Wipe your cheek on your sleeve
And fix yourself in the mirror.
Our demons must speak
Convincingly.
On a cold winter’s evening
We will find our younger selves.
Our husbands by our side,
We’ll find the time we lost: 18 years
Give or take 1 or 2, or maybe more—
Somewhere we lost track
Of you,
In our haste. A crippling fate
welcomes you—
Our children take our place.
And on a cold winter’s evening
We walk this house,
Put our ears to the wall,
Try to make out the cries,
The laughs from a time we lost.
We will find our younger selves
In the face, in the gait of our young;
In a smile that’s not ours…
But it is ours.