from a line by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Ever notice when you've had a bad night
it seems you had a bad childhood, too.
I was born in a gulag. A guard stabbed me
with a flute, made me whistle out my life
""in shapes of shifting lineage","
Booth: Vol. 3
, Article 1.
Retrieved from: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol3/iss2/1