to love the word we more than I—we don’t have to capitalize we even in the middle of a sentence—the I has been sprung from its prison no more stretcher for you letter I—who do you think you are letter I to be so tall to be like the Roman numeral one—you don’t stand for one anymore—you don’t stand up anymore

you are small again a small i a short thing with a black dot for a face—we have always wanted a dot for a face—so much easier to look beautiful every day—if everyone’s face is a dot then no one has to look beautiful every day—our dot is the same as your dot so why don’t we exchange dots—no one will know the difference but it might taste different behind the dot—a little bit of different weather behind your dot yes—we have always wanted a manhole cover for a face—we have always wondered what is below the manhole—what keeps the city from flooding?—what keeps the ark half-built?—what keeps the animals from walking two by two by two by two?

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dear future clones we are rethinking about you—electrically we are electrifying you in the plural you—neuronally we are neuronifying you in the spaces between our neurons in the salt sea—inside our skulls skol said those death metal Vikings for skull—when they drank from the skulls of their defeated—mead from honey mead from a queen and so many, many baby bees everywhere—drunk on togetherness on doing being the same until they die—good bees they take out our bodies sweep them into the air, the air—that is heaven that is a good death dropping at the same rate together—duty done skol skol skol

we are picturing you in our mind as Athena born from her father’s head—burst we like the word burst—and we want our head put back together—we want our head not split open like a watermelon—even if it meant we got to have the daughter we always wanted—even if we get the daughter without a mother—we don’t need a mother we are father-mother—you only need one parent—and put the word father or the word mother on the shelves with the knives

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