My hands have become another’s
and when I look
into the mirror,
the face staring
back at me belongs to someone
I remember
from another
time. These feet, too,
seem quite familiar and yet I
wonder when they
appeared and what
became of mine
JDG
My hands have become another’s
and when I look
into the mirror,
the face staring
back at me belongs to someone
I remember
from another
time. These feet, too,
seem quite familiar and yet I
wonder when they
appeared and what
became of mine
JDG