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  • I stood beside the mirror,
    self-appointed inspector of two sets of 20 tiny pearl fangs:
    no tartar build up
    no caries
    no peridontal disease
    none of that here, not on my watch. Rinse and spit and wipe and coats on and run and out the door and in the car and

    I caught a glimpse of myself in the rear view mirror,
    hair unkempt
    teeth unbrushed
    self obliterated by the relentless daily routine of everyone else but me, and I thought:

    Could I have imagined this day,
    moments of quiet wondering replaced
    with the clamorous din of responsibility and expectation,
    of exhilaration and anxiety and disappointment and joy?
    Could I have imagined this day,
    past the wistful longing
    through the pain and tedium and hard work
    of understanding myself and understanding someone else?


    I smiled to my young self.
    (I am large, I contain multitudes.)
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