Don’t look at me too closely.
You’ll see I’m not a woman after all.
I am just fragments,
That when viewed from enough distance,
Trick you into thinking I’m there.
I am a memory of a staircase,
Once climbed,
An ocean,
Once swam,
An encounter on the tube,
With a stranger who catches your eye.
And who smiles as they hold the pieces of themselves together,
Because the illusion is working.
I am the woman behind the curtain,
Who is the curtain,
And Dorothy too.
I am a heart and a brain and bravery,
Wrapped up in blue.
By Fudge Cooper
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