‘What a gorgeous picture of you!’
they cry. I can never see it. But
today, I think I understand: I am
actually 84! I might need to accept that.
For two years past, deep in my memoir,
I’ve been 42 again in my head. I try
to look from the outside now. Yes, OK,
this might indeed be a very nice photo
of an old woman … a happy old woman.
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