Like a
petulant child.
Like a
titan, hips commanding slaves.
Like a
scientist unsatisfied with watching stars a
universe away.
Like one
two three just be, just be here.
Like a
vine sharp with thorns.
Like an
alley bitch slinking toward an offering, eyes fixed
on the uncertain face.
Like a
surgeon dissecting mysteries.
Like leaves newly fallen from the tree.
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