how can you expect me to ’not try’ when I’m hurting (people) 
trusting the universe, while occasionally orgasmic, feels passive and gross,
like I’m falling from tree to tree and won’t break any bones
can’t catch what’s before or after me,
I DON’T KNOW, MY WATCH DOESN’T TELL TIME
I feel serpentine- there’s something out of place
I cut my name tag out of paper and skates 
when will everyone want me? what will I have to say? 
I miss when I had code breakers by my side to solve my ciphers 
   I never had that

Secondly my patterns my molted skin frivolous, rather be cut up and served for dinner
than learn to unlearn, I love when I yearn 
just a sound wave doing its job, listen to me up down up down

Lastly, if you need me I’ll be in the underbrush glaring at the sound of feet stomping
and the shadows dancing in the light of the cave, I’m basement ridden
for no reason, no one’s home the lights are on
a snake can’t climb stairs 
how could I know 
where could I go
if I’m inside and underground, 
why is there snow?

-ft