things I have been thinking about

Why me?

There's this,
untried,
and when it opens,
like the stars of the universe fall fo-ever to the sides.
Then there's that,
unloved,
and after it shuts down,
like nothing happens with yo heart,
or,
the sun below or above.
I'm talking out loud with myself 'bout fear and lust.
Oh, talked to God about those things too.
In my last life I was,
little,
old,
Siamese.
This life I'm-
little,
old,
also asking why me?  





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