Time runs out. 
 
Your poetry has a political bent.  
Stays in position, authentic / inauthentic;   
 

I model your bifurcated attitude  
yet  

everything I do is sin. One after another piles up if  
or when —  
 
Today is when —  
 
The nuclear self, writing you & me, lingers for more... Huh? Now you know I did it.  
 
I wish I hadn’t / I wish I didn’t.  
Fund-raise off that.