You keep me company,
Locked inside this box.
I see you though the stain glass window,
Not making eye contact with the locks.

Shoving a turtle in my face,
Begging me to eat it.
Wearing matching orange flannel shirts,
I'm strapped to my seat.

It bites the inside of my neck,
Nibbling on the Adam's apple.
The shell is the hardest part,
But rack your concerns in the rafters.

And then I shallow it...
Respect the numbers.