I'm actually tired of being myself…
can I be you for awhile
I hide from the mirror and monogrammed lies,
as I run from an image defiled
I thought I was safe and had made my escape,
when memory reminded again
"You can run, you can hide, your indenture unkeyed
—the chains locked secure in your head"
(The New Room: January,2021)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem