My mirror is tricky! one glance
and I remember
that I am no longer young
I see a time-lapse video in fast forward
then rewind.
Morph magic
I pulled a picture out of a shoebox the other day
it was faded
I was wearing a blue flowered dress
covered in children (one on my lap, one on each side)
with a frustrated expression
The picture was taken before I had a chance to
smile
sit up straight
pretend my life was fine.
I look at her with curiosity
her smooth skin
thicker curls
Small body
weary green eyes
I wouldn’t trade my looks
for hers, even with the slight fluff
of my tummy and the deep lines on my face
No, she had the looks, but I have something else.
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Lori is a 55-year-old lesbian poet living in Woodbridge, England. Lori received her B.A. in English from the University of North Florida so that she could have an excuse to read literature and write about it while earning a degree. Lori has had the following work published: “Last Month” in Poems on Global Lockdown and CoronaVirus (Poet’s Choice July 2020), “Out” and “Who Was She?” in Other Worldly Women Press, “Change is Coming” in XR-GLobal Creative XRcreative.org and “Salty Memories” in The Adriatic (Upcoming), “Apocalypse Garden” with poems and photos in When Pens Bloom: A Chapbook Collaboration with Plants & Poetry Journal and Poets, and a poem read aloud on the BBC Upload Radio Suffolk.
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- Something Else - 19th February 2021