On The Eve of a Poetry Reading

Feeling like a phony
I went for a drive

I started writing at seventeen
To help sort out the trauma of my actions

But I’d always wanted to be a writer anyway

For years I kept this secret

For years I wrote to be someone else

Tonight I’m going to be me


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