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Identity Crisis

This morning while eating Kelloggs Cornflakes
at the kitchen table I saw a face in the back of the spoon.
I checked my reflection in the oven door. It wasn’t me.
I panicked. Phoned my mother, asked her to describe me, paint me
a thumbnail sketch. She said, ‘I think you have the wrong number’
and hung up.

Marilyn Francis



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