the coming fix

What we used to be
is not what we've used
to be.

Where we've come from
is not even close to how
we have finally arrived,

but here we are now.
Whatever we've shaped
and made of ourselves,

in every mood and tone
and cut and size,
in every guise
and drape of cape
and dress, at last
we are finally right.
In the middle of this:

the fix

Everyone has
altogether
accidentally
made up to
fight.

So we all suspect
and guess