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Dawn Potter: Senior Photo, 1982
They say there is a me who is beautiful but I snub her in the chalk-dust hallways, on the bronzed fields. Bare lips pouting in mirrors, parroting joy: whatever is hers, is no one’s. Portraits lie, they lie . . . Satin hair, and a milky cheek bent over an open book: Where does she come from, the mysterious girl, spilling out of my shoebox— her future clumsy as marbles, useless as hearts?
Dawn Potter’s many books include Chestnut Ridge (Deerbrook Editions, 2019).
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Your poem hit a note. Though it seems like everything at the time, High School is such a shallow metric by which to judge ourselves.
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