Let Me Present Myself by Aeris Quinn

Let Me Present Myself 
by Aeris Quinn

Let me present myself so—
when you see my name,
you know how to act.

I am the reflection of contraction—
get it?
If you don’t,
go on, re-reddit.

This poem’s meant for your mind to bend,
while getting to know
a bit about myself.

Myself was a worm
who loved to write,
but didn’t have the confidence
to trust what he got.

Never became a butterfly,
but his pen and canvas?
They still went to fight.

Nothing much to say—
just ink that dried,
and pages left to spare,
as the canvas blead and cried.

Spare me the tears—
I lived a good life.
Was raised to be a king,
but the script had its knife.

Now remember,
past the Alzheimer’s door:
don’t give up.
Try your best.

The reward?
Could be success.

Oh wait—
you thought I was done?
Let me just finish with a:

Bing. Bang. Badaboom.

I am still here,
Aeris Quinn,
writing to you
with all my wits.