I can’t choose the fate I’d prefer
The shouting at point-blank rage
Or an invisibility now staged
My presence merely now deferred.

Presumably for offences unspoken
(The 1st six weeks are the hardest)
Or sins that remain unforgiven
(The next six years are the saddest).

Ever afterwards I supposed I was unredeemable. Until now.

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