What took mecompletely by surprisewas that it was me:my voice in my mouth. (44-47)
Elizabeth hears her aunt cry out from the dentist's office, and imagines
that the cry is her own. It's like they're magically fused together and
sharing the same painful experience.
Without thinking at allI was my foolish aunt,I—we—were falling, falling (48-50)
Her connection to her aunt doesn't involve thinking; it's more of an
emotional experience. As she talks about them falling through space, she
even imagines that they share a body.
But I felt: you are an Iyou are an Elizabethyou are one of them. (60-62)
There are some contradictions going on here. Earlier,
Elizabeth imagines that she is her aunt. Now she asserts her
independence: she's an "I" – an individual. Then she gives her name, and
says she's "an Elizabeth." That "an" acknowledges that she's just one
Elizabeth among many in the world. But then she switches her sentiment
again. She says she's "one of them" – she's just like everybody else.