Story self

Stuff my face with stories,

bleed ink,

so paper becomes my skin

and all the world

may write whatever words

on me

they fancy

while only those loving enough

can arrange those words

and spell the sentence of

myself out.

My life is a serial publication

with an unexpected finish.

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