best face forward-
“So may I present to you…”
on the prow, my lorelei-
extrovertial journey
so I may huddle inside
hunkered down, for the storm,
with my mirror, clutched, in my arms
with- cloistered eyes
an anchored self.

Notes… I am not broken down, to the level I should be, the honesty, no, I still wear a mask, I still play the play even if I am not me every day, and most people consider me the most open mouth honest fuck they ever met, but yet, I have my doubts, my fears, my regrets, like a cart of goods I carry around, I know I should shred all my shroud and so should everyone, but we are not babes in the woods… and somehow we let the world wear us down.