You hadn't seen the eyes on you.
The evil that you find difficult to exist.
You didn't realize that you were a challenge to some people.
You didn't care what others thought.
You didn't count the symbols.
You were kicking yourself. Kicking yourself.
You didn't throw yourself against the wall. Break it. As you should.
Kneeling inside the basilica for years
holding carved rose petals,
dipping your tongue and face into the bowl,
You didn't think that such hatred was simmering in their lungs.
You were looking at yours.
You have loaded your brain with diverse knowledge.
Alloy of a snake on a stick, balancing on a scale
—titles and attributes —presidential signature.
What should the MRI do for you, what should the biopsies tell you,
The bones were bent by the tons;
The shins were shaking.
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