Saturday, October 17, 2015


You put out shit
to hide shit.
You let yourself
be known
only to lower
the curtain.
You say what you mean
only because you know
how the self is fooled
by honesty.
It's almost
like finding
what felt like love
instead of
the fear
that was there

How will I know
who it is I am,
when the me
who finds me
is not the me
who went looking
in the first place?

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015

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