At some point the thought of being exposed
becomes less painful
the effort it takes to stay hidden.
What is it
that I am even protecting?
If there was ever anything out of my control it would definitely be
other people’s story about me.
No accident that in photography the thing being exposed
is the negative.
I’m Xochitl (a fake spiritual name I chose for myself yes I’m one of those people)
I’m Awkward, Astonishing, Alive
I make mistakes
Someday I will probably hurt you.
It won’t be on purpose
I Care. A lot.
And I’ll stick around
for the cleanup
because I do that
even if I’m really, really scared.
Will you play with me?