the elliptic triptych

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PAST

Into the world I came, shimmying. The world was my stage, and in my stroller,
I was a performer. When I graduated from my litter, I c h a – c h a – s l i d
my way through school dances, liberated by my own style—personality shining through in a way only a Sagittarius moon can. Boisterous and unapologetic, I am no stranger to strange;
I call him on Tuesdays and have been known to give him tips, though
I can't help but notice he does not heed my quips. I dance to the beat of my own drum.
I don't actually own a drum, but Heilung and Danheim might just have the recipe to my soul
because they set that shit a – fuckin' - blaze.


PRESENT

Into the world I come, shimmying. The world is my stage, and in my bedroom,
I am a performer. Perfume bottle in hand, I grace the world with my voice
and she loves it. (I've been informed my neighbours don't.)
Boisterous and unapologetic with
u n p a r a l l e l e d s w a g g e r,
I close my eyes, swing my hips, and
stub my toe, having neglected my chores – unable to see the floor. Yes. Unparalleled swagger.
Dreamy and whimsical, with hearts for eyes, I habitually romanticize.
It wasn't you that gripped my soul; it was who you could've been that had control.


FUTURE

Into the world I will come, shimmying. The world will be my stage, and adorned in success
I'll be a performer. My children will watch as I dance with their father,
twirling in the kitchen
to an absolute banger from our youth, singing into wooden spoons as the dinner burns.
Boisterous and unapologetic, our laughter will drown out the shrieking alarm,
we'll kiss and make our kids say, "ew, gross," and, "mom, I'm hungry."
Teasing and smiling, we'll start dinner over
and get the kids to set the table, cutlery askew and wrong—
nothing will have ever been so right; our souls will be bathed in light.

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