do what you are made to do.
birth babies, wipe the counters,
wipe your eyes from
the dust that settles in the corners;
the recurring moisture, as loyal as Seattle rain.

if you have dreams, crush them.
you are crazy, manic, wild with
hot air balloons yet to be deflated
because they should have never taken flight.

if you want my advice?
turn back around.
march back to your apartment.
accept the walls around you:
they are your protection.

*a curious mind, with curious fingers, feeling for knowledge; that is a very dangerous thing