I took this portrait of me one day
though I’m not sure what it has to say.
It’s rather intriguing in some ways
but I can’t see myself in that face.

When I hear my recorded voice
I cringe at the very foreign noise
that’s naturally mine but still not;
my being is an uncomfortable lot.

What I mostly recognize as being me
are lines and images that come to be
a grid through which I'm able to reveal
another me that feels much more real.