In polite company, I do not
fail to find the right self to exude;
perfect for the occasion.
Good immigrant boy, so obedient and obliging.
"I want to be accepted," he says to himself,
Not fully seeing that he was also an arbiter of the very terms of his acceptability.
We may find some
version of ourselves
taped onto virtual walls for eternal surveillance and perusal,
all our lives
For some poor civilization's descendant
to stumble upon