Image Credits – Alison Bechdel, Are you My Mother?
We are separated – you and I
by the big measure of laugh
that my work throws at you,
and others like you.
—
Even so, I hope that one day –
you too will find something that you love doing,
and then,
at least then –
I, and the few others like me –
will stop mattering in your world.
And you, greatness embodied, can finally get a life
of your own,
your own.
