They have propped
the world
my feet, shuffling
their flat iris, unblinkingly
at me, staring and hurling words
might do the trick, they suppose

i shut away my world from
their view, and flock in the instability of my
mind and rise against the world
Tell me who you are and if you are really who
you think you are? There are vast escapes
where we skip out of holes and into branches,
upside down and caught in a net.
paint my blue house red so they can stare and
point, look i always knew that girl was crazy, and i
will smile
and flash a solemn middle finger and get back to
washing away society from my hopes
praying for a lock of the angry sun
to bleach everyone into a stun.