By Fiona Wright
You’ll look at these photos one day, and think
how beautiful I was,
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.