When you pull back the layers.
When your feet inch away from the bright light hurting your eyes
The rhetorics hurting your mind
The squares with curved edges on tables and in your hand
From your lover’s eyes or lies
From the addictions with or without form
From coverings expensive or worn
From the person you’re expected to be
From the person you expect you to be
The images you created
The pain you embody
The joys you inhabit momentarily
Who are you.