why are boxes made for wild things?
me being box-sized is no justification
for putting me in one.
i change my shape but
the scriveners they are fleet-fingered and
they are everywhere,
they are in the parks, with strollers, dogs,
a newspaper, an electrolyte drink and a nod,
ready with their
corrugated, laminated, or plain sheets
of understanding where people belong
ready to take my measurements and profile photo
to gloss over my glory and wonder and mystery
and lineage and heritage
with whatever designs
help them tame their fears
of remembering their own wildness
what's left behind when I peel away this
freshly pressed name tag from its backing
is the truth that i have no title, i am
stripped of the beauty of being unnamed
and can no longer cast furtive glances
from behind papyrus stalks at the water's edge
as when i first beheld you i dodged and ducked
the sparring jabs of placing you
in a box of my own defensive making
and danced out of what i thought i should wear
for the occasion.
the lily pollen of the moment is spent,
and when i name my feelings for you,
they too will be destroyed.
against the sun
Identities: Do we have more than the three I've named
a few times in my writings? No, not "me, myself, and I",
three actual perceptual 'whoms'. You've now given a
multiplicity to the last of the three - how we are seen
and named by others. What now? pip
I often think that there is a unique "me" living in each head of every person that I've met ... and I'm sure the same is true for each person I've met (that I'm one of many holding a unique idea of them) ... how's that for multiplicity
I'd agree, except to keep in mind that others really don't generally focus on us well enough to form a cohesive image, as well as we regarding them. At least I don't. They just 'ghost' in and out of my view.
Ways and cards and papers that identify are many and so often requested. This piece is thoughtful and thought-provoking. I might say more but it feels like a box to do so Glad you got this DD feature and I got to read this ...
You're very welcome!
I think first of my past which included parochial schools, uniforms and all, for twelve years.
I wrote a little about it recently - what did I call that one? - oh yeah. "The Lie."
And being an identical twin plays close and fast with identity as well....