abrase

walden freeman

i was not born to be afraid
or smear vaseline on a camera's lens
or bend one way
-- a tree making sense of a hurricane's winds --

there is so much left to fall for
land and kick sand or go down in flames
a subtle change in direction
could save us all
we could all climb back into wombs
or build hives that take decades to climb too

but we elected to bury
the rulers that came up short
in backyards
there are bodyparts

keep laughing
ask around town
nobody knows who i am
ask the entire town
nobody knows my name
nobody knows my face