the "ooh ha-babi" can
only get you that, far,
in, my line of thinking,
being bulgar,
lying about, actually
         being romanian...
the night lies
about the shadow;
           crux of man
in thought...
                     a choice...
    the enstilled
                    rummaging...
how sudden,
the flesh peeling,
and more so:
the faked:
                       scare.
are
you one of those
    minority
          report embryos?
for worth of public
shaming?
you know your little:
scheme...
     i know when
   a crow befriends me.