Here’s how I described myself in college:
I am a dance draped in chartreuse
With ostentatious flecks of glitter.
I am a bright pink bus with busy yellow flowers
Caught up in a refulgent whirlpool.
I am a sea urchin, dangerous and prickly,
That everyone wants to touch “just to see.”
I am a leopard-print chaise
Floating around to an oboe soliloquy.
I am a disco, full of colored light
And platform shoes and energy and Aretha.
I am a guilty pot of melted chocolate
That imitates women who like to imitate cats.
I am an amoeba who occasionally shimmies,
And I am only afraid of wrinkles.
And the only question remaining (as I’m sure you too are wondering) is what exactly was I smoking back then?
