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This Is A Photograph Of Me by Margaret Atwood

It was taken some time ago.

At first it seems to be

a smeared

print: blurred lines and grey flecks

blended with the paper;
then, as you scan

it, you see in the left-hand corner

a thing that is like a branch: part of a tree

(balsam or spruce) emerging

and, to the right, halfway up

what ought to be a gentle

slope, a small frame house.
In the background there is a lake,

and beyond that, some low hills.
(The photograph was taken

the day after I drowned.
I am in the lake, in the center

of the picture, just under the surface.
It is difficult to say where

precisely, or to say

how large or small I am:

the effect of water

on light is a distortion
but if you look long enough,

eventually

you will be able to see me.)

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