
Perhaps an identify is ever-shifting, always morphing into something else. Lost, unsatisfied, unbalanced, seeking, prying, waiting, wishing, shifty. Like ice floating on water. Shifty, like the way you say “I’m okay, don’t worry,” but you’re tugging on the ends of your sleeves and avoiding my eyes. Around people, you shape-shift, you smile, you become a woman who can carry responsibilities and…

