imprisment

face up

under old creaking floor boards

straining to watch the dancers shoes

without getting dirt in my eyes

crying Blackfoot hair

it bunches up beside me

sweating milk

my back dabs in the puddle

take the mint and clear cola

boil your brother

steal for your mother

lie under the house that you built

you are the house- the doors- the keys

cry with me- sweat with me- battle me

get yourself together

or drown in the milk of their words