30:30 2014, Day 13

Mantis

The joke goes, wisdom is knowing
you deserve the things
you can't help. I'm telling it

badly, but the comedy lies
in the way you can spend a life
skiffling between two prayers:

absolution when you're the doer,
exception when you're the done-to.
I should laugh at the human way

with a half-twist love turns mobius,
weirdly-bounded and one-sided,
a proof of concept or a party

trick concocted to redeem the dead
conversation. Is it harder to miss
what you've consumed? Is hunger

hunger, if you can learn to fight it?