you go parallel to things
there is room for us in between
but if you go against things
say, perpendicular
there is no room to fit
there is overlapping
what is it to fit
moving a body against a body
but none of it really works
and not quite, quite moved by any each who
goes safely through
dead birds littered on the floor of the world
because they couldnt stay high
mama EnglanD is selling all their forests
half gone by 2020 go the hopeful speculations
as anything with the look of 20XX makes me
a sick lick of anger
walking backwards from the middle of the quads all the way to the reg
has people looking scared
but i not a dead bird (fireworks!) fish (water too cold) crab (water too bubbly)
im not the congresswoman with a bullet through her head
im not that person sitting in that classroom in front of professor shit-eating-grin
feeling i give deadly eye contact
now i dont know how to
knit flame to put my baby teeth in
"In the deserted harbour there is yet water that laps against the quays. In the dark and silent forest there is a leaf that falls. Behind the polished panelling the white ant eats away the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools. "
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