Identity: Nothing

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.

 

 

 

 

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