You could say I’m just a
seventeen-tabs-open,
sprawl-of-papers-on-my-desk
kind of girl.
I could say it, too,
because it’s true.
Some of the time.
Most of the time.
But not all the time,
and certainly not at my best times.
If I asked you to describe yourself
in five words, or five hundred,
either way,
would you describe your best self,
or your most self?
There are differences between mode, and mean, and average,
and the truth.
Which one will you be?
It’s up to one of the yous.