Poetry

Who’s On First?

I write in the
first person
mostly
Odd
since I’m not
the first person
More like the third
observing
the actions of an
intimately close
stranger who is
entertaining
at times
I’m not even the
first person
I’ve known
and sitting alone
I still don’t know me
Dropped from the sky
into this pound
of pre-named flesh
and told to drive
Not from this place
Not from this time
Being a third person participle,
dangling,
I speak the first person’s lines

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