You spend hours in front of a computer
till your eyes begin to water.
that you think best flatter.
Do they make me sound hip enough?
Book titles so unheard of,
you’ve got them penned down on the back of your hand.
The bigger the word, the bigger the impression, right?
An eclectic taste in music
A Flexitarian foodie
A sapiosexual nerd who embraces all things geeky.
You take the bits and pieces of your life
and your self
Until they don’t look like you no more.
Arrange them in order,
like pieces of artefacts in a museum.
play the docent who walks them through.
Exhibition after exhibition,
room after room,
spinning stories that you know aren’t always true.
A haphazard patchwork of tales.
And like a chameleon,
your opinions turn from red to purple to blue
Sand down the rougher edges,
the distressed voices,
Polish the panes till they glisten
with a glare
a little too bright
for those who stare.
When you get back home near midnight,
after being touched all over,
and the ice of the marble flooring slowly bites away
at the antecedent warmth of
you peer at the three strangers in the mirrors,
“Who the hell is this?”