by Charlotte Matthews

The girl doing my makeover floats
between counters, pulling colors
she promises will make me more myself.
Her hands are expert and she is kind,
but when it’s over I don’t know who
it is I see. All I wanted was to be
a kid again. At the pediatrician,
when the doctor checked my reflexes,
tapped his tendon hammer on my patella,
my leg would shoot out–all on its own:
flashy action, wide-awake look.

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Charlotte with chickenRecipient of 2014 Maxwell C. Weiner Distinguished Chair in Humanities at Missouri University, Charlotte Matthews is author of two full length collections: Still Enough to Be Dreaming and Green Stars. She lives in Crozet, Virginia with her husband, two kids, a dog and a hive of honey bees.