after Venom, the Movie (2018)
I sometimes wonder if I made you up – imaginary

friend who will say yes to all that should be no.
I sometimes wonder if you sprung from my worst –

the secret Id gnawing at the roots of the Ego.
In the tritest kind of movie, the audience discovers

that it was all a dream, a hallucinatory vision,
but this is an action movie, where injury has no

consequence, where impulse is a licence to kill.
You worm through the benevolent consensus

of my mind, staging your coups, setting up puppets.
Maybe you are the oldest fear learned at birth,

though I have never been truly hungry in my life,
nor ever hollowed by starvation, though you

move me like manic exhilaration after diagnosis.
If you are the voice of God, you are the insistence

of ecstatic possession, there is no room for worship.
If you are the small voice of my conscience, you are

Jiminy Cricket on Crack, vast megaphone of desire.
You thread in me, you thrive in me, I retreat.

I sometimes wonder if you made me up.