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So I
am feckless I
admit,
for I
was born without
sufficient feck,
which is why
I take a supplement
of it,
along with all
my other pills
and stuff,
although it’s never quite
enough.
So I
digress as a way
to curse
my dearth of feck,
as if
a prolegomenon or plot
could plug the drain
of my so-leaky self,
and then
an afterward as well,
but no,
not yet.
I had a dream last night
in which
I was enough—
blessed
with a speck
that tipped the scale
to bliss;
but lo,
I couldn’t sleep
for long and woke
to what
I felt was far
too much and missed
my old
ironic want.
So I confess,
feck is more
except
when it is less.