I reject that story.
That is your story

of what of how I came
here, but it doesn’t

have to be mine – 

so it will not be
mine.

I was rather
pushed

but would not be
rushed

or pulled into the cold world
before the world

was ready to know

this world was ready to know
this flawed world

in which the slightest crease
a fold of shirtwaist

could not make the day
could not change the day

could not change or envigorate
the story

, my story,
my story, this story,

alive.

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