Do you see me? Am I here? I don’t wear it on my sleeve. I’ve garbled it up so tight, wrinkled, torn in places, Unrecognizable. I’ve saved it, tucked it away. In the dark, I pull it out. No one wants to see. I don’t have to ask. I don’t have to guess. I know, … Continue reading Garbled Up – April 10, 2019 →