i am sniveling with deception
i 
have caged the bird 
i am cawing crawling mocking myself
i am made before i am served
the tears whisk wise words away from the serving tray
i am empty handed 
nearblindsided 
clogdrainflooded 
and say i’m oh oh kay

sharp knife words swirl wife worlds to the gaitors round my throats, wrapknot wantnot willnot won’tnot let the holesome go

i know it feels like treason kills and the tree fills the room with fog but i’m telling you god that mother is a hag with nothing            not even              brown paper bag in my hand rustling

i want to share and dare and wind and wrap and silken my strong fears i wish to be what adam says he can do with his big little ears

i need some space to call my own we all want things we all want things we all want things trace the lace outline between what’s mine and what’s hers
i feel strongly that i am being poisoned 

no matter
i was made 
before 
i was served