The Variable

Why do friends compete ?

Why do lovers cheat ?

What happens when your toes

Curl up towards your feet ?

Am I a witch

Or perhaps just a

Fool trapped between

Perspectives of

Insecure idiots who

Can’t help but love the thing

About themselves that

Seems the most superfluous

I wish people would know

Why I am so serious

When the art we create

And the people we love

Are the most permanent and

Unchanging parts of who we are–

Even if you stopped being

What you think you are being

You would still be

Because you are.

Nothing is nearly

As interpretive as you might think

People are more than their parts

How they fit is simple

How you see

Is the variable


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