so beloved

what passes for 



are just 



your morality 



night comes 

and you embrace the opposite 


survival of the fittest 

someone wins the other submits 


you try these poses on 

like underwear twisted 


at the foot 

of the bed


and you think about

all you’ve consumed


and what you’ve 

created and it makes 


lines on those 

childhood photos 


so beloved 

◄ Primitive

You’re (still) wrong ►


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