I believe, if this was not the tangle,
there would have had been no ‘angle’.
Fiery restlessness that shows up on my being.
Who were ‘me’ if not ‘it’?
This is my identity.
However, I might crumple,
this would stay with ‘me.’
It has a home to say its own
I would host it,
every now and then,
There would have been no other way.