In The Aisle, Yelling

Blessed be messed up me.


Should I feel different?


Was I crying to get my face wet?


To discern what I did from what I've thought...


It's hard to discern what I gave from what I got.


It's part of me... Blessed be.


Low-lit theater, quiet crowd.


I'm on the screen, projected;


I'm in the aisle, yelling fire.