This ravening
Never sated, never enough
Ever since
I escaped from my cave,
They call it a “livelihood.” Always feels morelike a sinking death to. Sans the joy, this thing is what you do…
Every employeeno matter the sexshould have to wear high heels to the officeuntil every sole feels the kick she gets from…
In the soft morning light, I see them walkingslowly towards the dark subway station. Deadpotential…
Once upon a time,when I was taking my baby stepsIn a rough terrain, scared and worriedA puff of wind felt like a gusty storm
(A New Englander’s response to flyover state despair)