Acceptance Letter

I wake to rumors
of the season’s first
snow fall, to a tickle
in the back of the throat urging
me to utter:

I am a fraud.

But I won’t
play, won’t say a word. Laughter
comes next. Good news
makes me anxious—what to do
with my hands,

lungs, knees. How to wear
my hair, my lips. Glasses
on? Off? It’s true—secret’s out.
Time to put the moment
on display.

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