mistaken identity
Mistaken Identity
Every line to my history
Snapped like dry spaghetti
Repaired in blind haste (or not at all)
So that men of the past have no path to me
No photographs of them in a war costume
Not so much as a strand of grey hair
I’m sorry if my search lead to you
This has happened before
I know you are not that man
Text and Images © Andrew Auten – All Rights Reserved
