Changed
priorities ahead
Of
a small inconsequential pair of poised lips
Dangle
like the fruit
Delicate,
red,
Sincere
and demanding like
A
how-to manual inscribed in code
And
coded for those
Already
ahead one play.
No
entourage to shuffle you through
While
the others have to feel it out
Well,
we’re in the same yacht now.
I
used to hate them.
But
the old woman on the sail talked me into it.
A
strange little thing
That
liked to gorge herself on brothers and sisters—
Taught
you about it.
I’ve
called on brevity
And
he was in a meeting.
Insulting,
but
I
knew it all along in an early way
Seemingly
indifferent
But
that planner I wore through (the laughed one)
Was
full of more than laundry lists
And
the to-do’s
Were
figures of destiny—
Unclear
and they enclosed you
While
you thought to wait in ambush.
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