When I saw Identity I thought
Well that’s perfect
Identity is all I write about.
But I thought and I thought and I found
Nothing.
I dug deeper and deeper
Through the autism
Past the eating disorder
Quietly skirting the edges of trauma
Then I swam through the murk of Lake Non-Binary
And still.
Nothing.
I can spit out a
Thousand words on fragments of myself
But they won’t fit together
And I can’t get rid of any of them because they’re
Me.
Turns out too many somethings can sometimes look like
Nothing
For now I am content with being
able to identify my fragments
And know that as long as I have them
My identity will never be
Nothing.
