Her Older Self Wouldn’t Recognize Her Twisted Face
by Fanz Hugo

Her older self
wouldn’t recognize
her twisted face.
It’s a maze.

She’s running,
on bare legs,
towards a
little boy-

her brother.
Annoyance
and delight,
all at once.

Her elder
sister follows,
too bored to
care. She knows.

She won’t
remember:
her face twisted
from hunger.

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