Clueless, I entered the lab
on such a beautiful day
chatting with the radiant girl
playful and pregnant.
A little voice nagged
at the back of my head:
Remember the last time
we acted this way?
The thought lingered
not even when the needle
jabbed at my side.
I was not afraid.
It is precisely at these times
I swear on my long life
that we need to be small,
ruffled and unmade.
Looking backwards,
we can almost sense
alien eyes weighing our worth
seeking a peasant among lords.
Desperation beats countenance
and sacrifice hope,
just as rock beats scissors
and scissors a page of words.
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