Dying is the private affair
that my body and I
discuss daily

We rearrange the plot
We rewrite the dialogue
We decide the final arrangements

Sometimes
we play games
to help pass the time

 Technophobia
Gender Dysphoria
Anticipatory Anxieties
Preventing Global Warming
Becoming Artificially Intelligent

But the games don't help
They never resolve the basic problem
There is no way of escaping our self-awareness

Finally
I ask my body
What’s going on, chum?

It replies
Don’t ask me, chum!
In my day the sex act was the deal

The Deal

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