WRITER EXPOSED
by Liisa House

This writing
And the path towards it
Makes me more of who I am or was.

I am polishing off the coats of formal education

Embedded residue of lessons taught by my father on
How to have good manners at the dinner table
Like my sister Ashley
So that I may eat may eat with the queen too

I am scratching below that surface of conservative opinions on assessment of grammar and the importance of being able to use the apostrophe properly.

I am rubbing off the ideas about my body
And my quest for cellulite free legs

After all this cleaning, scraping and polishing
I am getting to the original me,
A me long ago
Who is not afraid to stand naked
But also a version of myself
That illuminates through writing and dulls and
tarnishes just as often
I am the original and rejuvenation of myself
New, old
constantly changing

My voice cries, nags, sings, explains and screams at what it sees
And what I write.

Don’t ask me if I’m sure about what I’ve said
Because I am not.
My outer voice may not betray me
But my inner voice turns its back
And whispers often
You are not who you think you are…..

And sometimes it is right
But less often (?) than before.