The Facade of the Persona

Letters to a friend-to a stranger-

Written for the enemy-

These are

Slotted in the cracks

Of the façade of the walls

We custom built- they were

Written by hand, carelessly:

Fussed upon, labored upon

Cried upon; crumpled

Un-crumpled again, they did

What I said, only just

What I wanted done

Just. All I said was

Think outside the box, THE BOX!

You drew in the sky-

Drew and tried to fit in

The persona you created

They were

Misfits in the fitting store-

They were a word out of rhyme, out

Of line, said in haste

They were a word I wrote down

On a crumpled sheet

of paper- a word I no longer

remember

I no longer remember

Was it the enemy-the friend

The stranger-turned-messenger

Had to ask

Where the crack in the

Façade of the persona

Who wrote the letter

Could be found

Could it

Be found?