Who is myself? Myself is queer. Myself has mental illness and needs to take pills so I don’t rip out my hair. Myself can be a scientist and a poet. And the truth is, myself ain’t entirely myself yet. Why do I have to have myself figured out already? The answer is I damn well don’t. And once I get myself figured my out, I’ma try something new and start all over again. Myself is also sort of talking to myself.
