my own name could be a pseudonym
today "mary clark" possesses me,
has me wear brown hair
straight down my back

the everlasting credits
of life on earth
wear me out

"don't forget to write your name on the top of the paper"
As if I agreed to this worksheet
or put the light pink page in the printer myself

There was a time when seeing
"mary clark's macbook pro"
sent shivers down my spine
like I was cinderella
and the computer my slipper

when I die bury my ashes in these clothes:
tight tank top over big shirt
it always made me feel like
I could move mountains
with just my shoulders
plus I didn't need sunscreen