A Cryptogram

Mom
you have spent my life
insisting

that I am beautiful
and you are not

Now
you listen
to me

On your best friend’s dining room bookshelf
is a framed photo of a woman

early thirties, long brown hair,
wary eyes, red wool coat

I can’t tell which of us it is

I know
it’s obvious

but I can’t tell

 


Meaghan Rondeau studied classics and philosophy in Calgary and Seattle. She escaped from academia in 2007 and is now about halfway through an MFA at UBC, focusing on poetry and (very liberal) translation from Latin, ancient Greek, and Old English. She also writes plays, nonfiction, satire, and really offensive rap lyrics.