IDENTITY CRISIS
I am not this photographer.
I am not a chastity belt designer
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and another
It is not I, but isn’t public transportation sexy?
I don’t believe in UFOs.
I don’t teach at Cambridge.
I don’t have a mullet.
I was never Secretary of the Navy.
Nor was I the Governor of Rhode Island.
I did not write “The Scholar armed against the Errors of the Times”.
Nor did I write the lovely book with a gold stamped binding.
Alas, I have no opinions on the art of bell ringing.
I’ll get my work into a museum collection one way or another.
I suppose Sir William could be my most distinguished ancestor.
If that were the case, his father would be an ancestor, too.
Could the first Native American anthropologist be a relative?
This spurious ancestor was executed on July 26, 1693.
This is an archive of my former life.