I See published at thievesjargon.com in 2004 You can’t drown memories with self-help books, any more than you can with firewater. I see the way they sometimes look at me, but I’d rather they slip past— get your hand off of my ass. Undersexed and oversimplified, I’ve run too many circles and I don’t care for this shit. Did my best to fit this puzzle, ain’t got the tricks to carve my place. Daddy give me a new name and a wave goodbye, we hardly knew each other.