I made an impression of myself in clay tonight,
a self-portrait of sorts.
My maleable alter ego.
I wish it was so easy to shape-shift,
to make myself into something I am not.
green eyes instead of blue
It’s often difficult not to catalog my faults
my daily blunders
The alien was my best attempt
at disclosing my true self--
a sometimes imposter--
a foreigner in my own body.