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Just Dust
Mary Winters
When I was five, I knew one
night in my bed I was a
separate “I” from all of
“us” - a different
“I” than all the
other “I”’s - my
son later said the same in
writing: “U R U and so
I’m me.”
I am the oldest of
four children, and
soon after this insight, my
first baby sister was born.
Mother took me up with her hor her
postpartum check-up - I
remember appointments
before the birth when I thought her
naked stomach looked like a
basketball without the
black markings.
Walking to the doctor’s, I saw a
butterfly on the ground
- it was dead. I wanted to
take it home, it started to
crumble: its mouthpiece came
off and the patterns on its
wings blurred into my
palm. Mother helped me
wrap it in a tissue, but it was
too late: the butterfly was gone.
