We have a conflicted
relationship, fame & I.
Its cousins, acclaim,
respect, impact
& reach, I lust after
wholeheartedly. But
fame? And its sister,
celebrity? They strike
me as frenemies,
not to be trusted.
Not a surprise, really,
that my pursuits have
always been ones
where even those
who reach the top are
still flying under
the radar. My dance
with the spotlight is
a jerky polka. Or
perhaps the Hokey Pokey:
put my left hand in, put my
left hand out, put my
left hand in, then I
shake it all about.
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