You’ll look at these photos one day, and think

            how beautiful I was,

            how lovely.

Your hair is tasseled (the edging

of furniture fabric), you have a face like a peach.

Pristine (in its original condition),


crossed at your black-socked ankles,

your wrists, you say stubbornly

(not responding to treatment)

the beautiful girl can’t be happy.


This will pass (sage green, affable,

benevolently). It will pass.