Thursday, June 02, 2016

mmdlxxxviii

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?

me, not me