stage 1: the pet store owner
in the video game world.
Name tags, puppy dogs, kittens, birds.
Stage 2: the fortune teller witch
chucking fortune cookies at customers in the streets
reading your palm
stage 3: the rich girl in a future of teleporters and cancer cures,
burning flame-resistant tops and buying color coordinating outfits with her triplet sisters,
keeping a penguin aquarium in her mansion bedroom.
stage 4: the toddler allergic to any real food, including water (but not ice).
He eats clay, metal, plastic; carves boomerangs from birch blocks.
stage 5: the wizard whose spell-words
never have the intended affect.
A simple illumination charm
ends in medic wing leave for the week.
stage 6: the pumpkin patch owner
who lives in a humble hole in the hill
is an ultimate warrior-spy
trained in martial arts,
wearing an enchanted suit
lending super-strength and super-jumps.
stage 0: I wanna go back
to sliding up and down the scale
whenever I want
of all this normal.
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