Linda Harvey: Distortions

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Distortions

My past has just
hit me in the face
with shoulder pads—

damning, patronizing,
arm around the shoulder,
victimizing.

Leave the past where it deserves:
no present day spectacles
to distort and sentimentalize.

Abort, abort.
Leave me now.
No malignant growth take root.

This is my moment.