1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Escape
Born in your first waking breath
before sanitation trucks crunching sound
makes garbage of, pixelates and
uploads to your computer, before
you even know, can’t humpty dumpty back
together, a number you’ll spend your whole life
protecting from every one that follows,
especially two you’ll crave and fear who’ll
Siamese the life out of you
cat tail around and eliminate;
thinking that two is better than one
try to make a go of what no
longer exists, only you don’t know it
not yet, and what chance do you
a skinny androgynous stick with
no curves have against how
two ties you up in itself,
and just when you’ve gotten used
to being hijacked