5.
on your 23rd birthday
some man comes and puts a gun to your lips
tells you to open your mouth
and you open
tells you to swallow
and you swallow
there is nothing you can do
this is not you
the mouth and the gun and the hand and the man
are a machine
this machine is not desiring
it compresses desire
into a nut
hidden inside a belly
frozen up
you forget it
politics is not about desire
politics is about
walls lanes dead ends
structures that force
you the only way possible
this is called necessity
desire only reenters
if you force it back
with all your subjectivity
individuality
will
force
reason
choice
vileness
anger
spit
of course you may die
then it was a machine
after all
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