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Yes. The words echoed against cold tile and stainless steel, reciting themselves to the reflection in the mirror.
It's as condescending as the innocent, questioning look on your face that I saw last. Although it could have been trueafter all, nothing was wrong. Everything was perfect.
High, clear soprano notes. Deep and reverberating alto.
Candied lips, smooth skin. Expertly made-up eyes.
Strong, yet gentle, hands - hands that could paint a masterpiece, fly a plane; recite the sweetest melody on a piano. Working hands.
Everything was perfect.
For two years, I'd labored endlessly just to be good enough for you.
Now, I was betterall you could have wanted and more.
you did want a sparring partner, right?
Mm. Perfect. What's wrong with that?
I suppose I should thank you. Because of you, I'm all that I ever wanted to be.
I'm beautiful. I can see that. You told me to stop hating myself; to improve. I
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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