Three-Dee

It was a theater of mistakes,
the night that made me cry.
I dreamed embarrassing dreams,
and when I awoke to
escape them, I met
embarrassing memories.
I heard what they said
and figured out why
they called me what they did.
The past was
so inaccessible.
I couldn't reach out for it.
Cried, gently,
quiet solitary night-time
tears, mentally clenching
fists. Yesterday I learned
I was getting smaller.