How young I am 
in the photograph,
flanked by family,
which is all I know
of the world. I don't
feel yet the light
humming in the vein,
the strobing 
at my temples,
the restlessness
of language beneath 
my ribs. If someone
had told me there was
more than one way out,
I wouldn't have
believed it. Everyone
I knew said marry,
though they were always 
guarding the door. 


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