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Self-flagellation

I used to ignore instruction manuals
that scream
“Do it Yourself”

Now I know I can’t just create
homo habili, neanderthals;
traditional, revisionist, post-revisionist
(then what comes next?)
humans
myself.

But that’s not the point.

I’m sorry I lost
my manual this time

I shouldn’t have
made a blind construction
of untamed serpentine tongues,

disproportioned livers
politicians’ genitals
(it’ll never be hot, cute or attractive)
and the fractured arch of a prima’s pointe.

They stand on the pedestal
that I made
with an instruction manual
and judge in post
ecliptic horror.

I know it’s my fault I lost it
I wish the dog ate it
But that’s

Not the point.

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