Poem: Desperately seeking diagnosis

I collected labels

this one pristine and crisp,
straight off the psychologist’s printer

         this one, from my childhood schoolbag,
         lacking adhesive,
         with an odour of expired yoghurt

and I built a mosaic
to present to the world
as me.


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