Bursting open at the seems
things are happening too fast
for me to quite react to them
- I reach a hand to catch,
to grasp, and only tip
to misdirect
a fall ordained by plausibly,
deniably: a suspect. Who
made me do this? I'd fall
myself, but I
know what would
catch me then. And
it's not hell,
and I don't want to go. I don't
concern with it, or coincide,
I do not fit. My best
reaction
is too slow. So
just say no,
I guess. And then?
Say yes
to something else again.
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