the capture of yourself

into a jar flung into the fountains

the rivers the small creek by the vale

i cannot remember cotton against my face,

so your hand.

they tell you to die, to live, to eat.

drink more water, ginger cleans the liver.

2 states because the idea is to convince you

to be less, to imagine you are more.

when really: holding your hand

all i ever wanted.

but there's wine-house and monroe,

the tonne of canon fired into my brain -

about what is donne.

you do not step out. because they say.

the same ones who trapped you.

and - you listen?

no one wants you - they hiss.

i do. but i cannot make you believe it.

you absolutely can. you decide you cannot.

ⴲ.