a trap
we sometimes
have to chew off
the best parts of ourselves
leaving a trail
of roughly
severed bits
behind.
See there
that’s my left forelimb
sacrificed back
in ’94, left it twitching
in the jaws
of something
or other
couldn’t let it slow
me down.
Sly like the old
fox we keep
on moving forward,
no pointless
might-have-beens, no
sentiment spared
for the parts
that are
no longer there.
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