Story II

If I told you I had designed,
rolled between finger and thumb,
chipped away, folded, etc,
you would say something like,
You are writing a story about
what already happened.

I am writing a story about
what already happened.
There are many like it,
but this one is mine.
Yours, a cushion to the left,
is a million miles
away.

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