Friday, March 6, 2015


I gave up on wondering who I am

I've always been me and haven't changed much

and yet I've been many different persons

what connection between the me I was

and the me I am and how does

the subjectivity of other's view me

yolk us together?

do they who remember me at 14

recognize humbled 62?

do they even care except for spite

and malicious gossip to fill up their boredom?

shall I put my face on a milk carton?

shall I leave cryptic clues under doormats?

I'll rid myself of a false nose and wonder who the hell

you are....

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