Say I Am. Ulises Vargas June 11, 2026. I’ve lost the life I once lived. I’ve died and stayed the same body. I’ve escaped who I was to become today who I am. What even was all that noise? How’d we end up here? I see now that we were all in an episode; a shared madness. I’ve escaped who I was. I’ve escaped who they made me be. I am not a criminal, nor a deviant. I am human. I am not the things they say I am. I am not who my fathers said I am. I am not who my authoritarians said I am. I am not who my worst lovers say I am. Who have I murdered? How many have I robbed and of how much? Is it their own thoughts? Do they invent my crimes? I am not a criminal, nor a deviant. I am not who those wrong say I am. I know who I am and I am not who they say I am. I know who I am and they are fine. They are not great; they are not horrible. They are fine. I kno...
The pen is my vulnerability. Mutual secrets line my writing. The poetry collection, “abstraction.”, is my most thorough yet. Check out abstraction.