Life means waiting naked
in a waiting room:
vulnerable and unready
for the verdict: a purgatory
secretly in league
with the unseen,
smelling like eternity.
When will you be called –
what fraternity will pledge you?
What will take, or give you,
breath? Sex, success,
disease or death?
Where do you fit?
Presumably, my darling,
this is it. Meanwhile you sit.
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