You can steal a little,
lie a little,
pray a little,
even die a little.
But you can not love a little.
Those are all in.
You can not split the notion of love
or the cruelty of a cheat
like a pie into fractions.
It is what is or is not;
no halfsies.
No sitting on the dock with one skinny knee dangled in the water guppies sucking on baby hairs there
while the rest of you hangs spared
dry, mostly dry.
You're in or out.
you sin or live in doubt.
But no little love.
No small cheat.
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