My natural state is to be beloved.
Who loves me, baby?
What must I do to prove
myself worthy? I’m loved the world
over, although I always cling to the safety
of my own skin. Still, I feel beloved
of God because I'm well-behaved,
just trying to be funny
enough to prove
attention-worthy to the smartly hooved.
Hamlet pretended to be loony,
forgetting his natural state (to be beloved)—
but when your dad’s killer marries your mother,
you may well be driven batty
by the need to convince yourself you’re worthy
to wear your father’s
sword and armor. Now you know you’re crazy.
Maybe your natural state is to be beloved
by yourself only.
