you say It’s not all the same
and i’m paralyzed
*What. I want to fix it"
but there is no kicking
because broken things don’t
move so easily. anymore.
circular arguments
(not to be confused with
logic) wrap fishing line around
my fetal knees and
What is your bullet/
flaccid arrow/
boomer-anger.
and either I’m diabetic or
your insecurity ankle bracelet
tightens.
and the key
The key.