without my old computer I’m a little lost and keep losing my connections.  so i’ve been a bit uneven about writing here.

So I’m giving you a poem for today.

who i am

Do you know who I am?”

My famous friend tells

the seller in the market.

I love to hear her say it

because it is magic

how she opens all doors

and discounts purchases

in elegant places. She lifts her chin

as if addressing the air, or God,

but not the poor guide or salesman –  

and all her wishes are fulfilled.

Me, i am okay with anonymity,

My name should have been

that of my murdered grandmother,

but the registrar was hard of hearing.

and I made up names growing up,

anything to not stand out at school.

I was okay with my father’s name

and my first husband’s too,

I took my second husband’s name

only for tax purposes.   

But if you really want to know who I am

just ask the neighborhood cats.

They’ll say – she’s the old lady who feeds us.