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Ourselves

by Nazifa Islam
Illustration by Luis Pinto

Ourselves

Nazifa Islam
33 Snaps

      found from Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway

 

She caught green flowers for him
would tell him stories
under the fern tree, but he only frowned

and said the world was wicked—
the yellow grass, the city, the people
who chattered and laughed.

She said people fascinated her—the quiet stranger
on the bus, the man dead in the river—
they were all something

nice and odd. And suddenly
he saw her perfectly. He knew her. He felt her.
She was like the man killing himself

in the middle of the street.
She was happy.

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