I like to write my name on a piece of paper over and over again until it's messy enough that I forget who I am
Erasing the edges, smudging it out until my identity is nothing but a fast blur; something that could only be noticed if you were looking for it- something you would probably be disturbed to find anyways
Like when you're driving and you see an animal on the side of the road and you have to pull over because it's your third week of being a vegetarian and you almost have to force yourself to cry about it, but not quite
Or when you're cleaning your room and you find that old wooden box you put your earrings in when you were seven years old and now you're almost triple the age you were at that time and you find those earrings, but there's only one of each so you put on mismatched ones and cry yourself to sleep because you're missing parts of you that you thought would always be there
"Mama said there'll be days like this, there'll be days like this, my mama said"
On the messy days I like to forget who I am and pretend I'm still who I used to be.