I think of murder
And I think,
Am I above it or just far away?
Is it beneath me or just not in me?
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The mountains rise above me…
Whenever do they not?
If I went climbing every one
And carved my name in every top,
...
Oh, to join some group and take my card
Of membership with me
And have my clean place set at table
Respectable as can be—
...
God.
God?
Ha!
Statement, question, scoff,
...
I’m the youngest in my family
And when I was a girl
My father, mother, and sister
Loomed as greater creatures in my eye.
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