First Person

You wouldn’t know him
from Adam or any other
first person.

Outside chance? He might have
a broken face, something
to remember him by.

Maybe he’s got a mark,
a Cain figure; nothing disabling,
a shadow perhaps.

According to the news
he’s just perfect in every
aspect, except one:

his eyes slap and his mouth
eats your words and spits
them back at you.

Did you think he was
perfect, the perfect man,
the absolute?

You were wrong, of course.
He was damaged and you
didn’t know. Of course,

you couldn’t tell
at all. Charming fellow.
Ice cold. Friendly.

But he’s barely human.
He’s not even
a dog.

Maybe
he’s
Republican.

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onward,
T