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Poetry · Volume 19, Number 2

Alla Through the Looking Glass

To please her

I comb my hair

put on my earrings

and lipstick

Still in my pajamas

I show my face

Like an actress

she says, delighted

Tell me about how you lived

during the famine

—in my mind, a question

I do not ask

She says

that the wild strawberries are in season

that she splurged on a pair of

secondhand slippers

that my cousin—the prettiest girl

in town—can’t get a date

Men her age are all married

or else they went to war

Lips like a pair of crayons

bound by rubber bands

I look at myself

an old woman

Lips like a pink sea mollusk

doing a wedding dance

She looks at herself

a young woman

Double this, double that, momentum transfer

from her palms to mine

on FaceTime

a salute to chance

the resilience of genes

the disquieting miracle of survival