Tuesday, February 9, 2021


Once, we are
children. Then, 
we're adults. 

But after those 
growths, some get hit 
with another spurt: 

the pronouns 
no longer fit; they've become 
a virus.

Oh perfect, 
they mutter. No sooner 
had all of these 

learned to 
love themselves

than they up 
and turn
around to discover 

that there's 
no such thing as love 
between molecules.

But this doesn't bother them
as much as they
thought, since

they no longer think about
and of course, there were

no such things as
to begin with.