you can’t just show up here as yourself
that is the last thing anyone would expect you to do.
we expect you to be the riddle
an unsolvable enigma
the persona
the thing you wrap around your person
to protect your gentle bits
the story that serparates you from me
spun around yourself
the chyralsis
where tender things still grow.
your heart.

so when you show up in this space
your space
the one you created
under your own name
and no one believes you.
it was the best way to hide.
right in plain sight.
you were here all along

i didn’t mean to accuse you.
in the end it doesnot matter,
whoever you are can belong.
and logic puzzles are my undoing.
when i think i can play along

in the end you did what i asked of you.
what only you could do.
it turns out the lights had frozen.