Irreverent me? How can I counter? I’m split
like the moon between what the light shows
and what’s concealed. No doubt my flaws
have been mapped, theorized. I’ve been through
some things. Haven’t we all? The impacts
minimized by larger narratives. Nothing
changes, nothing ever stays the same, isn’t
that the conundrum? They can walk
all over you; you can kick up dust
with a boot-toe. Know that my tears
are angry tears. Orphaned rock, my one
unsolicited companion, will you trust me
despite that double-sided thing? Not that I can
help it. Those are the stars I was born under.