I Was Many Things But Myself

6/10/2018

I was invisible, a fixture, a homing beacon

I was a broadcast, its volume turned off

I was a postcard from home, stuffed in the junk drawer

I was, at various times, a portrait, an exhaust vent, a shapeless blob, background music, an oven, a terrarium

An ideal

An illusion

A security blanket

I was never me