a metamorphosis poem
***
it is so weird to discover
(and then remember vaguely)
you were once a child
you dragged behind you mom
nagging or chirruping without
a thought about tomorrow
because “tomorrow never comes”
–
today you simply know
(by magic, you believe in virtuality)
you ARE the mom
and terrible tomorrows wait for you
to cease you credit-pay and lose your home.
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