You have your own methods of survival:
Nice suits
Clean bathrooms
Hidden, licensed handguns.
A litany of human resume.
Proofs, zip-locked evidences
Of normality.
You are afraid you are not fit
And that the imperfection
Will be bred out
In the next generation.
Bleed out,
Once.
Rescind your request for forever.
Sidle into sun
Bake in the short day.
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