Apeman

All the normally tectonic hunks of cloud, white
white flesh bruised by light, have fused

into one big pangea of fluff. I don't know
if that means anything but I think it should;
I think everything has some sort of obligation

to contain at least a small understanding of the world.
When my wife said she wanted a divorce I just nodded

& left her with her new alpha male, hating that I didn't fight
or call her bluff, pound my chest & shake every tree
within reach. Ah, that would be the life: simple responses

to big worries. I could yell at my food to tell it
I was coming to kill it & I'd let people know I loved them

by hitting myself, purple splotches blossoming
on my chest like clouds. Anybody could see
there was something inside that hurt so much I wanted it out.

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