When I was sitting in the backseat of a dark car driving jerkily back to campus, the navigator asked me, “Who are you?”
In actuality, I said something bland, accurate, but quite asinine.
Let me try to answer better here.
Sometimes remarkable, easily distracted;
stunningly creative and shockingly dense
(hence, “how does she even function?”);
obsessed with language; turquoise like an ottoman,
gets drunk for the vitamins, pets the reduplicated perfect.
I admit readily that I’m chiastic and contradictory.
As always, contact me with any questions!
Dec. 2014 edit: This is still mostly true. This was originally published in 2010.