Self-Portrait as Question
Walking hand-in-hand with what,
who presupposes why, and when
huddles with where before skittering
off to its murky corner. Sometimes
I present myself as a shy minute
or a cloud’s effigy streaming across
a scruffy field. Few suspect the truth.
Answers ricochet from the limestone
wall, but no one nabs them. I react
quickly and offer the unknown, the
life I claim, my name, in return.
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“Self-Portrait as Question” was first published in Rue Scribe in September 2018. Many thanks to Eric Luthi and the editors at Rue Scribe for accepting this piece and several others.
O at the Edges 
Indeed few suspect the truth……. Sometimes it’s not always good to present yourself in a shy minute…. Does it?
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It may not be good, but sometimes it’s unavoidable.
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I can imagine that when it comes to a stage performance……. some stage fright kind of thing which makes you sort of shy in public.
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I’ve always preferred anonymity in person.
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It’s always good to be open but sometimes being reserved is also cool……. 👌
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What’s in a name
Where do we fly to
Why does truth sometimes lie
When do echos return
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If only I possessed the answers.
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