i am not a traitor.
but i feel.
Like.
One.
I have not committed
treason.
and yet i hear.
Like
One.
the silent accusations.
like snakes in my ears—
dis-
loyal
dupli-
ci-
tous.
perfidi-
ous.
i have not engaged in
treason.
yet i feel.
as though i am
choking and swinging.
Like
One.
who has become
an infidel.
but i am not.
One.
yet i am permitted the choice of only
One.
despite the inescapable mathematics of
displacement:
in which,
1 = 2.
the solutions to
family and humanity
require a flexible arithmetic.
that calculates for the presence and absence
of variable absolutes =
cliché,
you mutter.
so, i mutter back—i
will cease utilizing cliché
when
i am no longer considered a
cliché—
when
1 and 2
no longer equate
to being at odds
with the variable absolutes
of
family and humanity—
when I can look into
the crowds.
and see more
than.
an Ungrateful
Selfish
Dissenting
little.
Traitor.
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