if you didnt arrive
keening hard an existential wail
some strange masked woman
beat you till you did
beat you till you did
& adherence
to the fluid goalposts
mumbled
out the sanitised egg
&
to roll over roll over
&
curl up like a hibernating boy
every unexplainable night
chinos neatly folded
under crisp polo shirts
photo ID on a company lanyard
next to the rare earth phone
like the blood & terror
& shit & screaming
were never ever there
& you had forgotten
the bliss of the womb
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