Poem: It is a true story

It is a true story

Is what happened,
just about what happened,
the way it happened, I mean,
is almost true, is not quite right.
What I said was backwards,
was switched.  It happened,
but I was not leaving,
I was arriving.
I don't know why
I changed the detail,
or how it happened
since there is no reason.
It was a mistake, I think,
and I didn't fix it.
I could have.  I still could.
I don't think it matters,
or maybe I like
that it is not quite true.

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