it is odd returning
to you
this time.
i cannot remember
who i am
to you.
i am still valedictorian
and captain
of the varsity
soccer team,
the girl
your son has loved
since high school.
it is seven years later.
you've changed,
she said.
and i have.
i am like
flat eggplant
on the kitchen table,
all fuzzed up
in some sort
of weird
vegetarian shell.
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