You have no needs, if you think about it.
Survival itself is not a need.
You didn’t need to be born in the first place
(Though there’s no sense being a teenager about it).
What you have, of course, are desires,
And some of them seem impossibly strong,
But everything you want most fervently
Is something someone has gone without,
Even if they didn’t survive the experience —
Which, again, isn’t necessary.
It’s very liberating, this needlessness.
You’re already in the bonus round.
You’re already wading through the gravy —
The icing on the cake, the superfluous metaphor,
The gilding of the lily; this, it turns out,
Is your life.
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