mmccxxxix

the harder i think about it,

privacy is, well, you tell me,

i’d love to hear, cuz i only ever

think of the one reason.  sure,

we’ve each and all got some-

thing of a duplicitous nature. 

i blame culture (inasmuch

as, you know), and go look-
ing for the interesting stuff,

how a person or a people

got to this point.  or why. 

it often starts to be logical.

but pretty?  well, i guess

we all want to be pretty.

i know i do.  so why do i

wake up every morning,

get myself looking some-

thing like myself, and

walk out actually con-

centrating on being

whoever woke up,

same ol’ me, just

showered & cost-

umed up.  i sure

look pretty (or
pretty sad), and,
as far as I can tell 
(or attempt to tell), 
i still look pretty

much like myself.  
i'm a gemini, so I 
never dwell too long
on one moment, which

is always different from

the next.  me.  not me.

probably about as fast

as I can get the word me

out of my mouth (not the

best place for me, by the

way), the consistency in the

inconsistence, it’s fun,

as I often persist to insist,

while feeling like else

but loving like me,

which is always pretty—

and surely, more often

than not, pretty much

looks and feels like me—

for which i’m glad, i ask my
self most nights, right to sleep.