Wednesday, November 11, 2020

identity jag

Oh my goodness look 
who it isn't! Thank god, I thought
it was you. But it's not, is it? You're
somebody quite the else. Nor am I
the one to mistake you for who 
you aren't. It was only
 
a momentary sense 
of misplaced self,

not mine, but yours. Or rather, not.
A misplaced face, and body, gesture 
and manner, posture and grace, and art,
all poured into who you
could never have been.  

It could never be you, 
from what I've seen. 

Some start!

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