DENIAL

DENIAL

a bug clawed its way
in through my navel

hurt like hell
those titanium pincers

told me instantly
I had misread
my world
     got it wrong

sometime in the past
this shift in
genre, everything
turning
science fiction

dystopian, not
the utopian kind, total shock
not nice surprise
in every bit
and byte of
its
dream logic

and you
    curious, if not
at the limit of your anxiety,
to
know
   the wherefores and whys
of this threshold reality

would be happy to explain,
conscious of the likelihood
of throwing you
into
   a denial
from which you might
never escape