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This is one of my favorite poems of all time - creepy and weird as it is ;)I love Margaret Atwood. She rocks. She needs therapy, but she still rocks.This is a photograph of meIt was taken some time ago.At first it seems to bea smearedprint: blurred lines and grey flecksblended with the paper;then, as you scanit, you see in the left-hand cornera thing that is like a branch: part of a tree(balsam or spruce) emergingand, to the right, halfway upwhat ought to be a gentleslope, a small frame house.In the background there is a lake,and beyond that, some low hills.(The photograph was takenthe day after I drowned.I am in the lake, in the centerof the picture, just under the surface.It is difficult to say whereprecisely, or to sayhow large or small I am:the effect of wateron light is a distortionBut if you look long enougheventuallyyou will be able to see me.)