what is your favorite you?

a poem

“selfie” — mixed media self-portrait painting on wood

i like me best this way
a thinker
a feeler
a seer
a poet
i splash around in my velvet
cozy in the deep
alone but not lonely
sometimes i close my eyes as i type
true story
sometimes i let my fingers bubble pop and RAT A TAT TAT
sometimes they make their own kinda music
sometimes independent of me
who is me anyway?
under the mask
behind the curtain
ain’t that the thing?
this Q to A
what a fun game
what’s the score?
are we all in on it?
last year i sailed with Peter to Catalina
i thought maybe we should keep going
but what does that even mean?
yeah, i’m sea-worthy
but better on land
yeah, i like the kelp
but i need the roots
i love to take pleasure
in a swan dive into yesterday
because today
my face is cracking
yeah, it was only a matter of time
tried to avoid it
it sort of crept up in August
maybe it started sooner
only i was blind to it
couldn’t bear to look
it’s true what they say
i get it now
the daughter becoming the mother
the way they say it goes
i can see her in my face in the mirror
a puff, a droop, a wiggle, a map
she was fucking beautiful
even so
if i grow weary of looking
i can remember who i really am
a thinker
a feeler
a seer
a poet
i like me best this way