prologue:
melancholic and ready to place the
cold barrel of a 45 Acp
between my teeth
i see a sparrow land near me
apathetic and free from woe
then i look down at my hands that
won’t stop shaking unless i give them
something to do
i think
maybe someone would stick around
if i wasn’t trapped -
if they knew i could simply just
pick up my wings
and be a thousand miles away
meanwhile
as i fill my lungs with smoke to dull
my heavy heart
i sit in awe of this creature
that doesn’t even know i exist .
