Leaving me for me
Some days I think
Just today, just for today
I want to consider myself
Without reading into the palmed sniggers
Without stopping mid-step to check myself
Worrying that what they see
Might make them report me
Cry out for the police
An imposter, a fake, is in our midst
Like I don’t belong here
And maybe I never did
I’m walking around
With a cloak over my head
Ducking into shadows, corners
Hoping they don’t spot
What I can already see
Because I’m a vampire
And sun isn’t something
I'm supposed to partake in
Because I’m not them
Shacking, wagging playfully
In the bright cool limelight
Unlike them
I don’t, can’t, identify
With A, B or C
I won’t call myself something
And throw away the key
I won’t be the matronly housewife
Who covers up a wall of ice and hurt
With blank furniture
Who can tell the movers to
“Lock the rest up in some lonely loft”
To never be opened up
To never be found
So, if I could
Choose only one thing
I would take my identity
And say it wasn’t defined
By a label
I would say that
“none of the above”
Doesn’t even begin to cover
Who I am