I wear a dress.
I trip ladies, and trip myself
and i laugh at both.
I dance with myself
sing by myself
act by myself
And act like myself.
Because I am not
a girl, in blue jeans and a white shirt
who strives and succeeds sometimes and sometimes fails.
who sits in her chair, typing, talking
sighing.
I am myself, and myself is me.
I wear an embroidered green dress.
I came from this
Into a dream
And now back.
But the dreamworld has left its mark on me.
I am green, now.
