while I make myself legible to the world
my body, who has only one owner
is learning to rebel
someone holds the book, another gets to ask
the question and I learn to answer
without making things up
I am not a child, haven't been one for years
you teach me my past tense, I learn how
to bear being human
Pic: Today's sunset along the Red Cedar. Late afternoon walk with Big A.
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