We Think I’ll Do It

Today three large

undifferentiated masses
of myself lay on their asses
in a comfortable pile.

They hadn’t bothered
to assume a hue – beyond
a partial offhand  dip or two
into a lazy beige.

In their dispassionate
complete release of style –
suspending all expenditure
of energy – they blandly

beckoned to the rest of me,
respectively, to see
if possibly I might
not want to have what

they were doing turn,
collectively, into my destiny.
To think we mightn’t
ever have to do another

thing at all had most
of me in mild thrall.
We elected to pursue it.
We think I’ll do it.







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