I am a walking citation
of words and ideas that were not mine to begin with
picked up along the way like shells along the ocean
my mutiplex of words are best understood as a portmanteau
of all I’ve read
I live on the internet – not quite enmeshed, not quite detached
a conglomeration of bickering ideas
shouted through a cacophonous imaginary garden
– it’s the planet that anchors me to this world.
My eyes change color.
Some days they see the past
Other days they see the future.
When they’re blue they see the composite of connections of my life.
My first question was never spoken
though I speak it still
“Is this right?”
I wrestle with the discomfort
of never quite fitting
of being a quarter-beat off
of refusing others’ boxes.
I am becoming comfortable as just myself.