SMALL COMFORTS
It could be so much worse.
I could be dead
you could be dead
or ugly.
My mother could have aborted
or I could live in some Third World crisis state
or been born a Native American
only to receive some pox-infested blanket
because I had the bad luck to live on good land.
I could have been a killer
or blind
or stupid
or smelly.
Really, there are any number of What-Ifs that could leave me
so unhappy
so lost so beaten.
It could
been so much worse
which serves
at this moment
as small relief indeed.
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