Identity Theft

There is
an identity theft
that doesn’t threaten
your credit rating
or reveal your
Social Security
number to the
warlocks of the
Underworld.

It’s far worse.

It’s when you
believe that you
begin and end
with your
birth and death,

a blip on the
oscilloscope
of eternity,
a chart that
measures your
shortcomings
against some
standard range of
expectations for
people of your
height and weight
and advancing age.

I suggest you
change your
password
from DateOfBirth
to TheDivineMe,

and regain access
to mornings that
begin with
something delicious
dancing in your
viscera,

something that
transcends
your broken
To Do List,

something that’s
more You
than what’s trapped
in your mirror.

All you
have to do is
stop stealing
Yourself.

(Photo by Bermix Studio, UnSplash)