I stuck a toe back in the water of poetry boards with “Bitten.” I got good feedback and I also got someone complaining that my username on that board was “jcarter.”

I considered the source–someone I sincerely despise–and moved on. But now, a week later, I find that I’m suddenly pissed off. Why?

I’ve earned this name. This name is what I’ve gained and what I’ve lost and what I’ve risked and what I’ve sacrificed.

It’s mine.

It’s me.

Now, I hope I can stop dedicating even the limited head space I’ve given this annoying thought in the past few days.