Today's dilemma: can you wear a cardigan over a polo shirt? I gave it a shot.
I'm still a prose writer. I mean, do you see any line breaks here? Except last night I wrote a poem, a "Shredded Document" poem. It ends
You have no need for body,
I am filled with you already.
But someone is speaking, not me. My poems are never me anymore, except they are about my life in secret ways. You might read them differently when you learn what is happening. Who I am, who I think I can be.