Thursday, February 2, 2017


I remember when you determined
To create another person. Unfortunately,
She had already been created so you
Had to shoulder God aside, which proved
To require time and resources
Youd allocated for other things. Then,
She didnt fancy being your creation
It turned out shed been all along
Slyly altering you in various ways
And then changing her mind or yours --
Youd go to sleep on the hard ground
Of your monastic cell only to wake up
Your tonsure gone, and with a soul patch
A hangover, tenure at a community college
And several quarrelsome cats. For now,
Both of you are living as best you can.
On the run from crimes youre fairly sure
You didnt commit. For now, both of you
Are welcome to hide here but I expect
Tomorrow morning will find you gone.

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