Only One Person

You -- You’re only one person But I can make a robot To look like me You -- You’re only one person But I can make a robot To look like me And be me Then I can be two-- Or three Overcome by possibility I sit in the middle of this continuum (Choosing porn over a rape crisis center), One small window into a million lives Multiple life partnerships A trailer in a dyke commune An academic’s life in London Singledom in Mexico City On the land in the desert Gas station hustler’s life on the road to Budapest. Rape crisis center in Detroit, Punk squatter freegan in San Francisco with you. It's a slap in the face The impossible restriction of time Not all these lives can be truly lived by me. Time is the limiting factor in the end, And we must choose I’m grasping for the reason of being here, And nowhere else Even as I realize that this “radical circle” Is not at every front line. The lives of farmers and shepherds, Some of them children, Taken by NATO drones. Those lives go unaccounted for. They are not “alive enough” for many of us to register. We are not there, Standing next to them, In place of them. This life, that one; A peep show in Germany Juxtapose soldiers sent to Iraq Sucking the cunt of a young queer liberated dyke; We have made a space in this place, Temporarily unbothered by the wider web Because If every life were really alive to us, The depth of our mourning would be unending