Nothing to Wash Away
a golden shovel including a Dickinson last line (#1504)
I entered the world not immaculate but as
stained as grease on a birth certificate, intimate
with sin from the start. I was doomed as
a pink-eyed laboratory mouse, but accepted this fugitive
status in a place of endless obstacles, just as
others fought against it from sunrise to sunset.
I refuse to ask forgiveness from anyone on
high or anyone down below, for no one is the
wiser, and nothing is unblemished, not even new snow.