Blank Filling

I carry my
                     Death Certificate
in my pocket
         (Just in case someone wants to know
                             who I am)

All it contains is
           name
                      date
        sex
              date of birth
    (as if being was not proof enough)

So I have this thing,
       saying that I AM

But on the reverse
       an empty whiteness
       filled with unwritten hand:

       when I become Was.

Gary Nelson | Jan 25, 1989