By Pam Bolton and Kathleen MacGregor
What if I told you
It was me?
I picked up the stone
And threw it
At the bird’s nest
And knocked it down
To the ground
And all the babies died.
What if I told you
It was me?
I took the jumping mouse
From the jaws, the paws
Of the cat
And held it
Warm in my palms
Until, hours later,
It died.
What if I told you
All day yesterday
I didn’t care
And the day before
I...
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