(c) 12/2020
This
is what it’s like to be the favorite—
late
night Moo Goo Gai Pan,
just
me and Daddy.
We
graduate to rum and coke.
Favorite
is
a trendy dress,
money
for platforms, albums, books.
Then,
I disappoint—
inevitable
as larva turning.
My
edges blunted
long
before the storm.
Favorite
is
betrayal.
An
unhatchable pupa—
never
an emerging imago.

