HELLO, WHOEVER
"I'm having an identity crisis,
I finally know who I am."
--John Engman, "Temporary Help"
It used to be easy.
I was my parents' child,
no great blessing for sure but a nail
for the hat in any case. Then I
morphed into my wife's husband,
my childrens' father.
Then the hurricanes came and
I was upended, roots torn out.
When the waters subsided
there was no mold
but a wretched smell anyway.
I could not track it down.
I live with it now.
It's not my cat.
It's not my body.
It's some part of me
I cannot name or touch.
Would you like to say My Soul?
Go ahead. You might be right.
My soul, it's said, belongs
to God. If so, he can have it.
I'm using it only as a wrap
to keep him warm on cold nights
and as gauze so I must meet my world
naked and scared to death.
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Ken Wolman http://awfulrowing.wordpress.com/
"All writers are hunters, and parents are the most available prey."
--Francine du Plessix Gray
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