juxtaposition,
the thing you dreaded most of all
in the time before time.
now you relish, luxuriate
in its close-to-the-sun warmth.
You embellish because you can,
pretend it’s more than what it really is.
your candor hypnotizes your former self
while titillating the new one
with a wink and a nod to the irrelevant
that you’ve become.
you are nobody now
and you love this life.
it’s yours. not yours.
