I wonder what it would be like
To live in a world
Where I sound strange.
I wonder what came after before
But before history.
I’m supposed to wonder,
What? Where? When?
Those are the questions
I’m supposed to ask.
But instead, I always ask,
Why?
I think it’s annoying.
I think I don’t care.
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The international magazine of stories, poems, and art by young writers and artists. Published continuously since 1973.