Changeling

My birthday is water in wine, an impertinent chance. I do not concern myself with it. Give me rage and I shall go on: I was a changeling. The man in whose place I troll was born happy.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 23 February 1660/61.

Dave Bonta

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