time to get all mushy,
another birthday’s here.
my… ha! no, I will not say it,
let alone write it.
this denial is my cocoon,
my unblemished skin,
my dreams beaming in my eyes,
my time machine
around which
hurricanes of loss
happen
without touching me.
bring on the champagne,
bring on all the sweet illusions,
this Aries rebuffs the wisdom of age,
this Aries will just not change.
