“How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?”
— Richard Siken
Always changing
my butterfly self
killing the caterpillar in my cocoon
then moving on to the next
Transforming
from when to when
and from who to whom
yet always myself
I mourn for the cast off skins
of mes past
as I long for the kiss
from the me yet to come
that will send me off
this transitory form
of my eternal being.
— G A Rosenberg
Time’s Cup by G A Rosenberg
Ghost Whispers by G A Rosenberg 