to be the feast for flame

or the decaying flesh, passing through the worm

to be the voice other voices don’t hear

their tones, rattling through my bones

like chemo

radiating my marrow

to be the missing piece

that wins the game

fitting into

a perfect picture

all the fantasies and dreams

mean something

a purpose we heard from someone

who knew

before we knew ourselves.

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