12/9
Sonnets From Other Lives:???

People--you see--always want a name
so I give them one—I have so many—
I can spare one more—to me they’re all the same--
though now essentially I haven’t any
appellation I can call my own—
too much of a good thing as they say—
my tombstone will have to say unknown.
To my thinking they all should be that way.
I’m from that town where everyone’s a liar--
even he who just passed on that fact.
But someone set our birth records on fire--
left not one liar’s identity intact .
We’re who we say we are & nothing else.
Should our paths cross I’ll introduce my self.