CONFECTION Laraine Kentridge Lasdon
Everything I am seems to belong to someone else
Everything I am seems to be someone else
Imagine a memory mirror
framed with pearlescent medallions
painted with miniature portraits of apples,
ginger toffee, and glutinous gummies.
Day and night the mirror reflects
blue-green fields or star-filled skies,
ferris wheels and carousels,
and a young girl
alone, insubstantial,
dressed...
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