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Before I knew enough of the world
to cover myself
with bras and t-shirts,
I ran topless around the yard
like my brother.
 
After bath time
I unwrapped myself
from the towel
and held it behind me
like wings
as I ran
through the house shouting
            “Butterfly! Butterfly! I’m a butterfly!”
 
That day when I heard
“Girls wear shirts, Katie”
I shrank back
just a bit
learning how to feel
embarrassment,
learning how to poorly
hide it,
learning how to redeem myself with
cotton.
 
Summer continued as I accepted
this fact
but on hot days I stared
at my brother
wondering
why
he did not have to cover up.