closing in on me like
like the distractions
that tore us from earth
from each other
the trauma of being misunderstood
causing my retreat inward
where there are echoes in emptiness
the understanding happened already
so stay busy and trust them
do not give in to decomposition
so I indulge in being misunderstood
I have no choice
institutional pressure
excessively molding
****** up shapes
that will never fit together
trickling down into
beings that used to be in love
comfort in a passport
and something called suicide
reincarnation
try this again
in another place
where everyone around me
isn’t so comfortable
with everyone else but them
being slain or imprisoned
by militant white supremacy
white liberalism
******* us to death