rhonda1998

to you, i am a body, a shape that is but shouldn't be - an outlier, a mystery. to you, i am a body, a sum of parts that shouldn't fit - a patchwork suit of oddities. to you, i am a body, that's all you see, and all i'll be - just scraps of an identity.

i. i'm sitting in a doctor's office, and he wants to see my past and present connected by a trail of bread crumbs - the story of my life as a linear narrative. but i can't reach back and pull forth an unbroken thread that justifies my present - i can't pick it all apart and reassemble it as it was. yet he demands proof, and i'll give it to him. i'll give it to him. for the future, i'll do anything (it's beyond simple longing, it's beyond hope - it's the only thing that makes the next breath worth taking). so i make my truth fit into his notebook, i cut and paste the moments until they fit together and show a picture of my past th

to you, i am a body, a shape that is but shouldn't be - an outlier, a mystery. to you, i am a body, a sum of parts that shouldn't fit - a patchwork suit of oddities. to you, i am a body, that's all you see, and all i'll be - just scraps of an identity.

i. i'm sitting in a doctor's office, and he wants to see my past and present connected by a trail of bread crumbs - the story of my life as a linear narrative. but i can't reach back and pull forth an unbroken thread that justifies my present - i can't pick it all apart and reassemble it as it was. yet he demands proof, and i'll give it to him. i'll give it to him. for the future, i'll do anything (it's beyond simple longing, it's beyond hope - it's the only thing that makes the next breath worth taking). so i make my truth fit into his notebook, i cut and paste the moments until they fit together and show a picture of my past th