Life is an abusive relationship
That never ends well.
It's controlling in its mechanism,
Isolating you from the start
And dropping you out of a Fallopian tube
To be impregnated by something else,
Changing you constantly
So that you never feel quite yourself again,
Or ever at home.

Sometimes when we're very young,
(Too young to know it)
We are happy.
But we wake from youth to find,
We're in the grip of something else.
We dangle over a precipice of sickness and disease
And an awareness of the futility
That pervades much.

We can be persuaded
Easily
That if we were ever free from
Our espousal,
We would never make
The mistake again
And be born twice.

-jenn