by Wayne Lee
In my reptilian mind, I still crawl
on my underbelly
through the primordial ooze
inexorably toward evolution.
I am not yet ready to stand, to sire
live young, to bleed, to oppose
forefinger and thumb.
Everything is either food
or not food.
I miss my tail.
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