ON A SINGLE WORD

ON A SINGLE WORD

wrote sent a poem
to you, both
id and ego

poem full of instant
instinctual gratification
and
     boost to overweening sense
of self

the superego
    though
              finding indiscretion
taking execption
finding fault

might rip the text out of
your sweaty palm
tear it to
    censorious shreds

before your eyes
do alight
       on a single word

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