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poured from the same bottle
what magic swirls in that second glass
what is there that wasn’t before
who bewitched my goblet
who secretly added the wanton elixir
this concoction that turns rabbit to rapture
from soft curled and content to brave
fully festooned and unfurled

shy and satisfied this moment
then ripe and ravenous the next
how can these two both exist in me
the gentle spirit, the adventurous soul
am I a yellow downy chick ready
to peck free of her protective shell
or the peacock’s tail glinting with sensual promise
waiting for the fold and return to unremarkable

the girl who toasts your health
or the one who licks her lips
and orders two more
which is truly me
or is it indeed all black sorcery