You see, I'm all grown up now

& easily wooed

into amusement

& wear Happiness

like a mauve gause

over the too-small leotard of

my impostor syndrome

& I know how deep

the Forest Pool is-

& I know how haunted

& I know the names of the naiads

who run their tongues

down the length of this Solipsism

& I know some Humiliations

will never touch the bottom

Done