My life lies folded between plastic
sheets. The photos chronicle 71 years.
The scenes are long forgotten. I'm
looking at a stranger's comic book.
He must have been loved by many.
Laughter surrounds him. He looks
like a leprechaun stealing hearts.
I don't like me. I never did. I don't
know why anyone would. I know I'm
here but don't know who wanted me.
I was a mistake that no eraser
could remove the ******* stain.