I was in my early teens when I first came across this line in a poem by Marge Piercy.
I wrote it down in my notebook, along with other lines and phrases (rather than experiences) I was fond of collecting at the time.
The poem - as a lament - did not signify anything to me then. It was simply this line, a commandment and commitment to the self, that I found myself drawn to.
Song of the Fucked Duck
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