being neither white nor male
as artform
raise my gaze
my arms
peel labels from my back
wincing
at imagined mailorderbrideclothes
wiping
footprints off my forehead
and sitting
UP
I carry my lack of accent
in my purse
next to social security
in case anyone asks
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