Me 
by Lenore

Me. What does the word mean? Is it just 2 little letters, shoved
together for the sake of looking pretty, or to distinguish it from any
other fucking word, or is it more?  What is "me"?  Society says, "it's
what you are and want to be, as long as it fits with us. If it doesn't,
then it's not your 'me' and is just a sick 'me' that we must help." But
what do I say?  I think it's something strange and unknown.  It's like a
little 5-spotted ladybug in the entire ladybug colony that's infesting
my parents' room.  But the ladybugs moved into my room.  And they're all
fluttering and dancing around, like they aren't ladybugs, but
hummingbirds.  Of course that ladybug is also sort of punky, so it dyes
its spots many colors and keeps changing, and once I think I've spotted
it, it slides off into the distance and mocks me.  Laughs at the thought
that *I* could ever recognize it.  Of course, I don't always look for
it.  Sometimes I just let it be what it is, without really knowing what
it is at all.  I'm just sitting there, waiting for it to pop up, and
sometimes I forget about it and sit with a big sheet of wax paper over
my brain, not letting any thoughts in or out, except for 2 little holes
so I can see down the hallways of our school.  Then other times I try to
find out what it is, but then it gets Celerity and goes faster than I
can see.  And then I sit down on a park bench and rest and have fun and
think, and then Mrs. Ladybug pops up and says "look, it's your me! I've
been right here, hiding from your parents and your friends and your
teachers."  But then I sit down and think, why is it a me?  Si je dit
"moi," est-il le meme chose?<trans. If I say "moi" is it the same
thing?>  When I'm old, will I be "me"?  If I grew up thinking that there
was only an "us" and no "me," would I have a me?  Of course, the world
will never know(so let's go ask Mr. Owl) and then I pull the wax paper
over my brain again and let it be beaten into shreds by Mrs. Lyday, who
dissects everybody's Me into a few phrases and bullshit such as syntax
and metaphors and slaughters the excitement of the world.

Lenore <Khepri@worldnet.att.net>