The Unbecoming Bits

Moving in on the event
horizon, forceful renewal prompted,
force-fed all of me
the unbecoming bits
of heredity and sleep.

I’m getting frenetic now,
getting greased with grace notes,
hip to the bellyaching
bursting the day’s midsection
like a swarm of unruly flies.

-r. miller

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