Thursday, June 02, 2016


     I’m as sick as my secrets.
                        —Tim Dlugos

I didn’t try on secret-
ive until I realized
that people could
read me so easily.
“Like a book,” my
so-called high school
friends would say to
me.  So I became this
character, this not me
that has become me.
Now, each corner I
turn, every face I make,
each word I choose has
me wondering about my
intention, whether it’s
me or not me who made
the decision.  Was it
mere diversion?  Was
it gut impulse?  I won-
der about the strategy
of it all.  Don’t you?