Hidden Underneath Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Look at me.
And look at what I've got.

'Which is? '

Things.
I've got things.

'Which are?
And does what...
For whom? '

Impress.

'Who?
Impressed by 'that'?
I am not.
What else can you show me,
That you've got? '

Me?

'Is that a question?
Is that hidden underneath an identity,
I can not see? '

Identity?
That's not my priority.

'You are right.
And that is quite obvious.
As clear as clean glass
Anyone can see through.'

Well...
At least I am showing something I can offer.

'To who?
And what would that be? '

MY things.

'And that would leave you with...
What? '