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She lives in a time where names
are a generation out of date,
where words freeze just a fraction
away from the Up of her tongue.
Yet she can tell, to the very ounce,
how much tea and sugar
she got each week of the war
and where and what it cost.
She can convert new money to old
and tell the price of everything
in shillings and old pence.
Yet she cannot find her way home
from the shop nor even know why
she went there in the first place.
From Fabric No 1 (Feb 2001)