I come pre-hurt pre-horrified, pre-saddened I am safe that way all the ways to cope I have already operationalized What you think, is preempted I am safe to love. Pre-tested pre-terrified. Quality controlled. I come pre-disgusted antagonized already no shock, no surprise can i suddenly find. I come pre-dead. There is nothing here to look at. This is how it shall be I come pre-stunted.
Mostly I brush life off my shoulder when it falls gently from a tree, or when it grows from my shirt like lint. Mostly i sigh it away like a laugh from an unfounded joke or a waft of extra air in speech. Except sometimes.