XIII

it was bare as a storm eye,

but like all things, it collected little items

little items on the way

so when i woke up, it was covered in oogles

they flailed through the wind,

through the sidings

out here theres a light behind the mountains

but you know it isnt coming from the sun

called ourselves freedummies

didnt have much by way of defense

against questions

against q's

"why do you do that?"

i could tell yins somethin',

but when i start havin' a life

i start feelin' dumb

i smile at people on the street now

keeping quiet

out back counting my power

looking at the black spaces

in the eye sockets