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Past

That's right! Past, we must make amends.
If I were to lose you, what would my muse become?
Past, I must say it to your face.
You must reveal your fiction
that is now lost somewhere between couples
playing house, couples after breeding, couples eating
mashed potatoes after dark, couples doing things
that have a point. I don't want a point.
Like a shark I'd rather devour a school of fish
and pronounce fear and mystery upon the land's humans.
I'd watch my name scroll on the tv screen like a comic book villain,
and leave those who are trained to play house to never attend
the outdoors again.