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SHJ Issue 8
Fall 2013


by Jessica Dubey

This nose, these eyes, plagiarized. 
The sway of my hips, this too, 
an heirloom taken from my mother 
who copied it from hers. 

The concoction for green eyes,
like a family secret, 
locked up tight.

And from my father,
the defiance of this nose, 
the intensity of my stare, 
the grounding of my stance. 
All collected when he wasn’t looking. 

Had I been faster, 
the arch of his brow 
and the curl of his smile 
would have been mine as well. 
Those my sister stole. 

Now and then, I catch 
something familiar in the way 
my son matches my gaze. 
I watch carefully 
as my daughter eyes my profile 
and stands in the shadows, 
feet ready to pounce.



SHJ Issue 8
Fall 2013

Jessica Dubey

is a poet living in upstate New York. She is a former magazine and book editor, and freelance writer. Her work has appeared in IthacaLit,, and Newport Review.

“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury