Funny how self doesn’t know
Stuff until after the fact. Nature is
Merciful like that, lets self draw its
conclusions in its own good time.

More like a knowing in the bones,
A primal, corporeal sensing
That other cannot be rejected out of
Hand without self-impairment too:

Unidextrous, monovisual, half-deaf.
Dim-witted – not the full shilling.
Yet losing other will break self
And who’s to put it back together

Again: putting on your skin now
I know why you didn’t want me then
Know I wouldn’t have wanted me
Had I been you.

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