night streets

In night streets, you are
undone.
Swallowed by a white-eyed snake you
cannot move, you cannot
move
and inexorably you
dissolve.

You got yourself here,
though
(silly porcupine, the spines
go on the outside)
you offered yourself up to be
broken down
this is all your doing and yet
you are doing
nothing

You can only hope you will be
spat out
some bones intact, to
crawl away, to
scab over and start again
you can only try to
keep breathing, just
keep breathing

but you can’t help
wondering
(silly porcupine, you can’t
wonder)
what it would be like if you
didn’t?

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