i do not remember if i was young
for long, if i had a teddy bear, or if i was
afraid of the monsters under the bed.
the first song fell into oblivion, as did
the first dance. but i got lucky. i learned
to read and nothing was ever the same.
only that i immersed myself in reading
about life and actually stopped living.
and now i do not know who i am
beyond the paper world of mine.
hidden pilcrow 