Who am I? Dunno yet – the words on the page are defining me. I'm someone who uses ‘dunno.’ Am I old? Young? I don’t know my sex nor what moves me.
You I can see. You swallow me – making me as you read – not the same 'me' as the fingers tapping on the keyboard imagine. I see your blue/brown/green eyes scanning the screen, recreating me each time. Could I love you? Can I love? Dunno (again).
I'm falling – falling for my creator. Not the typist, but the reader. You make me. Tell me what you see.
D.M. about 3 years ago