who am I?
no dramatic moment of levitation
nor sudden illumination,
I'm not like those other women
and I'm not very brave

epiphaniless: I sink and drown
I'm losing my self
who am I?
poet-*****-fool-idealist-joy-stricken-struck
sometimes I feel I'm just a girl

there are still bright moments of passion
flickering bursts of hope
where stars' edges reach down, pierce
but not myself or most myself, I'm not sure

I like stepping into the foggy extraterrestrial
but life is mostly earthbound
and I am mostly lame
merely reflecting a rare ingenuity
not mine own, but Hers