Pale little dumplings
All in a row
I'm often embarrassed by my own writing.
Not because I think it's bad: sometimes it is, but that's okay with me. No, the embarrassment is over how much I reveal.
Maybe it's not quite embarrassment I feel. Maybe it's vulnerability.
I start to question myself.
Am I being inappropriate? Is it shameful to my own life this way? Why am I putting myself on disp…