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The Mljth of Identitlj Photograph by Michael Vyskocil

Somewhere alona the wau The Awakening 29
I lost mljself-

the draaon-sona of mlj spirit vanished
as the colors of mlj heart

ran toaether in a rainbow's thunderstorm,
dissolved, as I became
a silent shadow, then
an unknown dream,

a self-imposed ture.nt, then
a dissonant monologue
with a theatrical flair,

in a never endina circle of reinvention.
I'm lookina for her now,
mlj waljward sister,

as I stand foldinalaundrlj,
{souls and linens puraed and tumbled dry}

listenina to the other airls,
wondering if she's among them,

arm in arm
with the weekly love of her life,
wondering how she ever shared anythina,

much less a name,
with the do or die
love to the death
intense creature
who aathers up the last
of her socks and tank tops,
leaves her soul mate behind,
and disappears upstairs.

_ChavaRoth