Metamorphosis
Looking back-
I dream of being a nymph with
a perpetual Cheshire moon smile
exposing straight ivory teeth
chased by the school historian
in the halls and grass fields
for a few snippets of my life, to be
framed in silvery scrapbook glitter
my lips and cheeks the same
shade of rouge as the sunset
But not more than who I really was-
zits, braces, glasses, and all
soaring with wings slightly askew
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