Living backwards means only
I must suffer everything twice.
What could I tell you now that would keep you
safe or warn you?
What good would it do?
Live and be happy.
I would rather cut myself loose
from time, shave off my hair
and stand at a crossroads
with a wooden bowl, throwing
myself on the dubious mercy
of the present, which is innocent
and forgetful and hits the eye bare
and without words and without even love
than do this mourning over.
“Precognition”, Margaret Atwood