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Spec kid barely post-blastocyst: Okay. Iʼm not gonna fib.
Lifeʼs going to try and turn
you into its bitch, biological sex notwithstanding.
And while weʼre at it, every mother
always already serves as the head
of a nation. As for this particular planet:
itʼs one round-backed guitar
you frisk to tension-test for metaphor.
Thatʼs it. Power enacts us into being.
To persist in our persons means
we give over to terms never wholly
our own. . . . This gets me feeling spasmodic.
Makes me want to peck at five species.
Each dayʼs a flown bunting. A knife-line.
A breakage: the self on the one hand,
a cellphone, the other.
