or
was it beautiful?
The
dreary people seemed to think
it
was beautiful.
It
was dazzling.
Was
it dreary
or
was it beautiful?
The
beautiful people seemed to think
it
was dreary. So ugly.
The
beautiful people were suddenly
startlingly
ugly.
The
dreary people were beautiful.
I
flitted between the two.
Beautiful.
Ugly. Dreary. Dazzling.
Afraid
to stay with the dreary people
in
case it turned out they were not dazzling after all.
Or
return to the beautiful people who may not be just ugly
but
evil.
Mairéad Byrne emigrated from Ireland to the United States in 1994. In Ireland she worked as a journalist, hospital orderly, arts administrator, playwright and teacher. Her books include five collections of poetry, five book collaborations with visual artists and a selected poems Famosa na sua cabeça (Famous in Your Head), translated and edited by Dirceu Villa (São Paulo: Dobra Editorial 2015). She earned a PhD in Theory and Cultural Studies (Purdue University 2001) and works as a Professor of Poetry + Poetics at Rhode Island School of Design in Providence.
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