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In Kind
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’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.