in this analog, high fidelity life
pulsing at the intersection
of intention and expectation
i recoil at the absurdity
of decomposing our chimerical lives
down to disconnected sinew and bones
laid against rulers, flesh
and blood filling scales, and
the unraveling billions of neurons
into simple yes or no checkboxes.
are you male or female? gay or straight?
do you believe in god? are you married?
how can we dehumanize ourselves
into neat little boxes with labels
and expect to be understood
or cared for as more than just a part,
roboticly analyzed for imperfection
and impassionately cast aside
if we do not qualify against
ever changing standards.