darwinism
if natural selection
where did this gene arise
melancholy swells with sips
of red wine and temporary singleness
evolution and protraction cannot
explain why
I want you to read me.
education and monogamy cannot
relieve the urge
to vomit my innards
onto the floor where you
will be waiting, craving to
consume and be satisfied.
if I thought you could hold me intestinally, resist
regurgitation, digest my nutrients
I wouldn’t
vacillate
between warm truth slippers in friendship
and primal urges which feel so
necessary, too.
without a savior, I
must cram life into the narrow
edges around the musts. (mustn’t I?)
since the only consequences
are here, toe-stepping today
and inevitable loss of comfort tomorrow
can I risk recollection
should I bother you for
more than you are
can’t fathom forever with you, and without
you seems impossible and viscerally,
erroneously perverse – but is it
habit threatened by turbulence causing
my gut to drop, or the protein sequence
concerned with only survival?
less complicated laziness, perhaps.
I’m not ruling out
eating my cake expeditiously while
baking another.