December 22, 2020

Favorite

 (c) 12/2020

This is what it’s like to be the favorite. Late night Moo Goo Gai Pan.
Just me and Daddy. And then we graduate to rum and coke.
Favorite is an occasional trendy dress, money for slip-ons,
the platform insole thwumping my sole. Secrets. Lots of secrets.
Then, with an increasing frequency I disappoint.
I disappoint as natural as larva unspooling itself to still born.
All my edges blunted long before the unexpected maelstrom.
To be the favorite is to be inhabited by betrayal.
An unhatchable pupa. Never to be an emerging imago.  

 


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