“The trees are sleeping, no kindling to be gathered

All we have is what we have built when the days were long

And they have shortened their answer

To only an exhale”

“He strapped me down and spoon-fed me

Injustice, confusion, and rage

Until I was too full to move.

He told me this is all there is.”

“I’m sitting on white paper again

My blood is in a clear bottle with a blue top

It should be whizzing about inside me through loops and turns

But it’s standing still, exactly as it shouldn’t be”