i stretch myself on a patch of sunlight.
the lizards watch me, their bellies full.
they mock me and my opposable thumbs.
because i am not danger, they do not fear me.
i could tell them of all the things i've done
the hurt i've caused, the wars i carry
and every word i ever said that cut too deep
they nod their heads and wink, amused.
because i am not danger, they do not see me.
i could show them scars and bruises,
raised eyebrows, fights forgotten
i could show them how my screams break glass
and the shards alone could kill them
i could pretend to be the assassin
i could point to the place i buried my dead
and say, "i will harm you today"
but what would be the point?
for lizards do what lizards know
they scratch themselves and turn away
and because i am not danger, they do not love me.
El último round, la eternidad
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