A wrong start

I tell X I got off to a wrong start, there’s no getting round it, that wrong start. When I was about to get started, or when it must have looked like I was about to get started… wait, let me start again, I say. When I could have stepped into the world and grabbed hold of it… What happened?  The rug was pulled out, I say. No, I lay down and wrapped myself up in it, I say. No, it dropped down on top of me.


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