My parents decided to name me Riley but to spell it differently-Rylie.
But most importantly, one that is filling..
They are an Alphabet Soup that is bitter, sweet, sour, salty, hot, lukewarm, and cold.
They are an Alphabet Soup that spells out life, death, love, loss, family, you, and me.
These poems were written in sleep, in dim corners, in passenger seats, in bathtubs, in parking lots, in public restrooms, in cabins in the woods, and in apartments in the city.
It features a myriad of topics that sum up the experience of being a human.
This book is a collection of poetry from my muddled mind.
And I\'m certain that I\'m uncertain about nearly everything.
I believe my priorities to be out of whack.
I know my age doesn\'t coincide with my actions.
I think my looks don\'t reflect my age.
And I continue to be mixed up.
Maybe this is why there is little firm conviction in the palms of my scrambled hands.
So in a way, I have always been a diluted concoction of two extremes.
My brown hair is a mixture of maternal blonde and paternal black.
I know myself to be made of all the same components as any, but in a different order that I have noticed makes all the difference.
Perhaps that\'s the reason my thoughts and motives are harder to pull apart than sticky spaghetti.
Maybe that\'s why I can never think straight.
Maybe that\'s why when people try to thumb through my brain they are met with scattered archives.
I\'m composed of the same ingredients as any Alphabet soup, but stirred around counterclockwise.
And sometimes I think that maybe, just maybe, that\'s why I\'ve been jumbled from the beginning.
The same letters, just in a different order.
My parents decided to name me Riley but to spell it differently-Rylie
