Johns Hopkins University Press

I became the other womangradually, then suddenly.

We sharedthe same name. Her

hair was dark like her hair.She spoke

in a speaking voicelike I do.

When she clasped her hands, it was Iwho was touched.

Sometimes she calls to me,and I answer in kind.

Split infinityand the violet flame

of knowledge.The scream lives in the mirror.

Woman woman woman [End Page 174]

Hannah Bonner

hannah bonner’s poems have appeared in Bear Review, Rattle, The Pinch Journal, The Carolina Quarterly, TriQuarterly, and Two Peach. Her essays have been featured in Bright Wall/Dark Room, The Rumpus, and vida. She is an mfa candidate in creative nonfiction at the University of Iowa.

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