Emily

I once saw fame –

And put it in a drawer

Needless be that

Infamy stood over me

He stayed there ‘til

I’d well surpassed my mortal self

And watched with hindsight

As it was unwrapped

With the pencil of a poet

The letters made the words

That made the poems

That made me

Yet I already knew

Just who I was –

And who I am –

I am Nobody –

Who are you