Fool by Allison Bothley

Fool.

The past

is a waste. there

is only tomorrow. today

take only what you need. a dog

called Faith. a jute bag of bread. you begin

and also you end below. below you chase expansion

to the horizon. below you make your path, your way. below

you walk the limit for all eternity if you must. so let us go, below is a cliff,

a razor, an edge to cut one timeline in two. a worm. it lives two lives, cut again

makes four. and you’ve never met a cliff you didn’t like. you know what they call you. but you

were only a boy. never mind. convention is for them it will never be yours. They would have done

the same if they were you and you were they. and anyway, the past is a waste. only today, tomorrow.

and the world is a magical place. yours to move though even in the dark. for now, the reveal is at your feet step up to the ledge and l

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