Yours Truly

I am your older, calm, sutra-reading uncle
I am your younger, mischievous Tequlia-drinking uncle

I am your biggest fan
I am your sounding board for the unutterable

I am your archivist
I am your remembrancer

I am the one you don’t talk to for weeks
I am the one you text every other day

I am your detached admirer
I am your ardent challenger

I am the giver of books that form a precarious stack
I am the transubstantiation of your smiles

I am the available one
I am the near one

I am the one not fazed by your awesome accomplishments or your scarlet sins
I am the recognizer of the Kwan-Yin in you