.
more than ever
i need an enema
or an island of my own
the general public
can no longer determine
squirm from quake
and
i won't go back
to hanging tears
on the wall
most people
await "The Jesus"
to provide a salve
to put his finger
in the wound
all the way to the marrow
and for him to lick their sweat
before he takes his leave
i'll pass
and settle to be
the bunny
living
in the rusted battle helmet
—stealing from the garden​
.
