a poem

sometimes i wonder
          who am i, really?
then i remember
everybody wonders this
and i feel foolish.
          foolish.
so i go back
to false security
and false confidence.
and i stop wondering
about myself.
          but then
it comes out of nowhere—
          attraction—
and i don’t know who i am.

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