Shall I compare thee to Frankenstein,
a solid non-man with solid legs and head of bolted metal
Shall I compare thee to undone wishes,
frantically loosened and unraveled stitches
Shall I commit to becoming what is hidden from the rest of them
Shall I compare this wait to that of the one in line at a beaver’s dam
or stay, sitting here on an armchair, whittling away at the chance to become a man.
Shall I end with the unfortunate taste of rubber and blood splattering on my tongue after a very loud bang.
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See you in another day,
SA