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Looking down at my hands, I see myself

as if for the first time for the thousandth time

drawing into a bow the awkward leaves

of the black trash bag into which I have just deftly

dumped a plastic wastebasket full of tissues and

tampon wrappers, plus a flower pot brimming

with cigarette butts. I find myself admiring the swift

dexterity with which I fashion, almost effortlessly,

the weird knot to seal off the bag from the world

its contents had been contaminating. So now

it takes only this to dazzle my pride.

I had dreamed of splitting the wind

with my lips, but will settle, for now, for being

the unacknowledged legislator of this bag.