Every day I'm building
a museum of me.
my deepest fears since I was 5:
that all my teeth will fall off
and all my friends will leave me.
Take a selfie with
the shame of my first failed exam
or of that moment I knew that it wasn't a date after all.
a guide telling you about
the way I pack for a journey weeks ahead, or
about how I am a mythical monster when hungry -
both for love and fries.
Stop and admire
my terrible, horrible indecision
and decide for yourself if it's a nice artist manifesto.
Almost free entry.
I just want to be paid with
eye contact and your dearest memory.
Sign the guestbook on your way out,
I'll use it to learn to write other stories
in your exact handwriting.