Well, shit.

i remember, once,
life came at me
and i swatted it

the miserable pest.

with the unconditional
determination of a
dog hated for its

it came back.
time and again.

i found new ways
to tear at its flesh,
to burn its eyelashes,
to force it down

into the basement
and feed it just
once, every week.
(already made of water
i denied it even that).

it still comes at me,
caressing my arm,
it pleads;
brushing its cheek against
mine, it tries;

begging me, ‘please,
baby, just give me one chance’.

so, i kick in its teeth,
the miserable pest.

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