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      December 31, 2024Erica ReidIt’s Me Again

      What if a new year dawns & I don’t change?
      Each January finds me as I was:
      still moribund, still sensitive & strange.
      I buy blank planners, scrub my house because
       
      I crave the start a bright new year can bring—
      but as I drain my last flute of champagne
      I wait for change, & don’t feel anything.
      Whatever I have been, I shall remain.
       
      Somehow, the magic misses me. My friends
      sign up for 5ks, vow to watch their weight,
      or learn to knit. I’ll drink & overspend,
      I’ll scarf the untouched French fries off their plate.
       
      The world will count from ten, then kiss & cheer.
      It’s me again. It’s yet another year.

      from Poets Respond

      Erica Reid

      “I actually do feel hope around the new year, but only because poetry makes space for the other less charming sides of my personality.”