I think I was doomed from birth.
When the nurse couldn’t pick me out from that night’s batch and my mother first cooed, “It’s a girl!”
Doomed to insignificance,
Destined to hover at the edges of others’ lives
A name, a cardboard cutout
I don’t think I even left footprints in the snow.
But now I have my own chunk of world –
No mothers or sisters or wives down here –
Dying may be the most significant thing I ever did.
When the nurse couldn’t pick me out from that night’s batch and my mother first cooed, “It’s a girl!”
Doomed to insignificance,
Destined to hover at the edges of others’ lives
A name, a cardboard cutout
I don’t think I even left footprints in the snow.
But now I have my own chunk of world –
No mothers or sisters or wives down here –
Dying may be the most significant thing I ever did.
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