
When I stripped like a tree in the fall,
The wind blew off
my hat, my vision.
I nearly forgot who I was.
Getting so caught up in dealing with the thunder,
The clapping from hundreds
and shouts of some,
Encouraging me to breakdown like
a fallen.
lego.
tower.
In that moment, I thought I’d make friends.
In the end, I’m not even my own.
-Luke D. Roberts

