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posted May 6, 2019, 5:41 AM by Suchandra Chatterjee   [ updated May 6, 2019, 10:55 AM ]

Five steps out of the womb, 

Mama offered me a choice.

Between two glossy magazines, 

One a doorway to Narnia.

The other, Fillory.

One, a photo of a butterfly,

Another: a girl wearing a sparkly tiara.

Choose one, but how? Based on what?

Why, beauty of course, Mama said.

Indecision: sometimes fickle, 

But, often something deeper.

But it comes costly to the purse.

If I were born in your country,

My mama would give me both.

But I grew up in 34 years of left front

So Mama gave me none.

The price, of indecision.

Thirty steps out of the womb, 

I have seen many faces.

None more beautiful than the rest.

I compliment you often, 

It bothers you, you think I am fake.

But to me you’re a butterfly wearing a tiara.

Soaking up the tepid warmth of the spring sun.

Before it fades away to too much or too little, 

To me, you are the perfect moment, 

So beautiful, you make me seasick at land.