Whooo are youuuu?”
said the caterpillar to Alice.
Jaclyn was my name at birth
Jaclyn will be my name at death.
But in the in between years,
I’ve had two names Jaclyn and Jackie.
“Would you prefer to be called Jackie or Jaclyn?”
asked one of my new friends.
“it doesn’t matter—- the names are the same,
I answer to both”
But they aren’t quite the same.
Different persona, different name
Jaclyn is pensive, a poet, a scholar,
sitting on the edge of a party,
watching, observing
Jackie is the life of the party,
a dancer, impulsive,
hyperactive, friendly
it was the rare man who saw and
accepted both sides of me.
He would ask Jackie on a date,
but was surprised when Jaclyn appeared at the door.
I’m the flitting butterfly
but I’m also the contemplative caterpillar
sitting quietly on my pilllow, observing.
like Alice's caterpillar,
lost in deep thoughts:
“Whhoooo are youuuuuu?”
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