You are you when you feel like not-you,
when you feel like someone new,
when your hands feel foreign, like
holding a stranger’s for the first time,
on a first date that might be going well
or might be going poorly; you are you
when you feel lonely by yourself,
or like you’re spending the night at a cousin’s,
unsure where the light switch is; you are you
hen you are certain you will never be again. 


By Heidi Turner