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6 July 2008
Verse Portrait 8. Black Sheep
the rebel we shouldn’t meet.
One day my brother said,
"I met that cousin. She’s brilliant!
You must meet, you’d love her."
So I did, and you were, and I did.
Actor, dancer, thinker.
Black hair, bangles, throaty laugh.
We adored each other through decades
of marriages, babies, moves interstate.
Then what happened? A sudden
cooling. I still don’t know what I did.