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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