I can’t go home
I can’t change my name
I’m my only home
I spoke with the swans
they don’t blame anyone
who’s long
Who’s your nurse
Who’s praying for pain
braced and alone
my clothes sleep
inside a mirror where at night
the piano teacher’s ghost
makes the dog bark
The agreement they made
was not agreed on by me
the silence, the sweeping
the kidnapping of emotions-
bomb your barbies
I want to live
I want to really live
where the papayas grow
