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About Me

I was a small child, once, and
I told my stories in pictures, back
then. I told my stories in pictures
done in marker on the bed sheets
until my mother made me stop. Then
I told my stories in colored pencil
on the floor until my father took
those away. Then I curled up
by the white walls until both
parents asked what I was doing.
With a crayon in each hand, I
said, Telling the truth.

This is who I am.

My writing is what I am.


State of Delusion