This is my story.
It is a story about stories
I tell myself.
It’s a piece of…
Story.
PART ONE:
“A rose is a rose is a rose…”
But…
What if
that rose is buried
under shitloads of shit?
Is it still a rose?
Is it a stinking rose?
Is it buried treasure?
Or…
Is it just…
Shit?
I tell myself a story,
thus it must be true.
But…
What if it’s just a story
and it’s shit?
Is it still a true story?
Is it a shit story?
Or…
Is it just…
Shit?
Rose?
Story?
Truth?
Shit??
Let’s dig…
PART TWO: STORY STRATA
(SHOVELING SHIT)
Layer 1: The Shit of “Should”
The Shit:
“I should be this…”
“I shouldn’t be that…”
“I should do this…”
“I shouldn’t do that…”
Dig this Shit:
(Some clues):
Looks like shit.
Smells like shit.
Walks like shit.
Talks like shit.
(Shit, Sherlock! It’s fucking shit!)
Layer 2: People-Pleasing Shit
The Shit:
Just say “Yes.”
Dig this Shit:
Fuck.
Shit.
NO.
(Wow, it really is a full sentence.)
Layer 3: The Permission Slip Shit
The Shit:
In this layer I hand over:
My Authority,
My Power,
My Knowing…
As I await permission to:
See it.
Be it.
Say it.
Do it.
Dig this Shit:
Permission granted!
YES.
(Another complete sentence.)
Just Do It!
Give this Permission Shit the slip!
(Swoosh)
Layer 4: “ Not Enough” Shit
The Shit:
Overheard in this layer:
“I’m not good enough.”
“I’m not smart enough.”
“I’m not pretty enough.”
“I’m not thin enough.”
“I’m not young enough.”
“I’m not old enough.”
Dig this shirt:
Enough!
Layer 6: “Knows More” Shit
The Shit:
“He knows more.”
“She knows more.”
“It knows more.”
Dig this Shit:
Shit to “knows more!”
No more “Knows more!”
Layer 7: Shit and Shine
The Shit:
I was the shit.
He got the shine.
I was the tarnish.
He got the varnish.
I was the rust.
He got the gold.
Dig this Shit:
The Alchemist speaks:
“Shit is the new Shine…”
Shine, Baby!
Shine like shit!
Layer 8: “If Only” Shit
The Shit:
If only:
I were _____.
He were _____.
She were _____.
It were ______.
Shit were ______.
Dig this Shit:
It were it.
(And shit were shit.)
The only way around the shit is through the shit.
Stinks.
(Shit.)
Layer 9: The Perfect Fit (aka The Shit Fit)
The Shit:
I’ll do it when I’m ready.
I’ll do it when I’m perfect.
I’ll do it when I’m perfectly ready.
Dig this Shit:
“You are perfect.”
Ready?
Layer 10: The Fit Shit
The Shit:
I pose to please.
Horse shit? (Sure.)
Pig shit? (No problem.)
Dog shit? (Ok.)
Downward dog shit?
Dig this Shit:
No!
Posing is for posers!
This is bull.
(Shit.)
PART THREE: (DENOUEMENT OF THE DIG)
As you can see, I’ve got these stories covered.
And uncovered.
This shit goes deep, the stories go deeper.
The dig goes on.
Treasure unearthed, blooms unburied.
I’m smelling a rose.
Because…
Shit or no shit…
A rose is a rose.
These are the scents of a woman.
I am Woman.
This is Bull:
(Ole’!)
THE END
(Because that, of course, is where all shit originates.)