i want out but i’m here
stranded in fuck-ville
all car-less, broke, and broken
i never considered the possibility
of a desert island masquerading
as a coastal suburb
and it’s not the worst place
but people i don’t recognize
are asking me about the roof squirrel
they seem to know too much
about my routine
for just giving me their name
and i’m feeling like a lab mouse
trapped in a small wire cage
in an airless container
the animal instinct
has me gnawing myself bloody
while some supposed impartial
monitors how long it will take
for the organism to suffocate


About Moly

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