i must tiptoe around it and never speak of it aloud
this providential mistaken identity which has landed on me
hush my celebrations
- if the powers should notice
someone might change their mind
and return me to my normal programming
i must never disregard it or take it for granted
never stop being grateful in my heart
because of course it can't last forever
i’ll let it glow through me
but dust off the sparkles if anyone looks too closely
any attention may bring unwanted scrutiny
it’s so obviously undeserved
i must revel in it quietly
bathe it in til the bubbles burst
luck this beautiful should be savored
and before someone realizes they gave it to the wrong person
i'll happily relish it - in secret, and on tiptoe
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