'And even though they know your name, they don't know.'

'And even though they know your name, they don't know.', originally uploaded by tetheredto.

It's strange that old friends of mine write stories on the internet. I've never really thought about it, which sounds strange coming out of my fingers since I write stories on the internet literally every day.

I find myself weighing what in their sentences is mythmaking and what is mythmaking in reverse. I feel complimented and staged, shocked laughable and obvious when I see my own self in their narrative, even on the fringe, behind the curtain, behind the shutter even, or behind the sheets.

I am a wet down comforter sagging the clothes line in the morning. I am unfolding my skin for you as we speak. This is my voice you are reading, I am actually saying this out loud.

I have hot vocal chords; they get practice telling these tales. I make up all kinds of things because what I don't (what is truth, what is untouchable) is what is most flexible.

Uploaded by tetheredto on 1 Apr 09, 12.51AM EDT.