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Walking into the front room – sunrise –

the carpet, table legs, bookshelves

all swollen with light, flecked,

trembling in the first pulse

of the new day

through the dirty glass &

noticing myself naked

in the long mirror

on the far wall –

my body this wash of glowing flesh –

I suddenly find myself

-despite the scars, the grief –

beautiful, resplendent

and why should I feel shame and cringe

to say this – I was beautiful this morning at sunrise

though you are dead

and will not hold my body again.