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but no one answered.
I looked in the mirror and one side of my face
was fighting the other side.
My mouth was a pit into which they threw the dead,
my teeth the rubble of bombed buildings.
There was a word for what was wrong with me
but no word for the troubles on earth.
I saw that my lashes were barbed wires
that would cut anyone who looked into my eyes,
my eyes that pleaded to escape.
Copyright 2023 Pascale Petit
Pascale Petit was born in Paris and lives in Cornwall, UK. She is of French, Welsh, and Indian heritage. Her eighth collection of poetry, Tiger Girl (Bloodaxe, 2020), was shortlisted for the Forward Prize and for Wales Book of the Year. Her seventh, Mama Amazonica (Bloodaxe, 2017), won the inaugural Laurel Prize and the RSL Ondaatje Prize. Her debut novel, My Hummingbird Father, is due from Salt in 2024 and her ninth collection, Beast, from Bloodaxe in 2025.

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Pascale is one of most brilliant living poets. This is a beauty. Thanks for publishing it.
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I agree. Pascale Petit is a wonderful poet who is almost unknown in the US.
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Wonderful poem.Congratulations!
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Yes, it is a wonderful poem!
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thank you 🌹❤️🌹
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Exactly! 😶
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