A/N: This poem is the first of several of me experimenting with poetry using Ib dialouge. I would put them all together, except each one has different rules I set for them. I will list the rules as an author's note, for all those curious. This one in particular didn't have so much of a rule as I had that one bit of text stuck in my head (the one just before the painting "Flowers of Jealousy"). Particular punctuation has as much effect on meaning as does word choice; so I experimented with that. Let me know if my structuring changed any perceptions (this goes for all my poetry).
"Identity"
Which (one)
is It.
(Really?)?