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Author photo by photographer, Kate Cooke.

why did we think we were ugly?

Why did we not see how shaped

like flowers our mouths? How clear

like sun on water,

our eyes? We simply did not know how

to shove off the sliding approach

of a jealous future

that muddied our present

with its map bleeding dark ink.

Above is the title poem of my (pending) fourth collection of poetry.