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I had a plan, more like an overview,
& see what happened. I'd love everybody
at the same time & if they didn't
like it--I'd see who was strong enough,
who was still left standing--

Ping, pounding her chest, says: you have to think
of yourself, also--

As if to remind me what I knew was
true--the baby on the bed, the song
about 'hope' that turned into
sorrow

I had a plan to plagiarize (as if
there was no tomorrow) what others had
said about love's insistence, but I
knew I had the field to myself--the
disparity between what others felt
& their resistance to thinking

what was left in the mind could make
it true