podiums and share their misery as if
they are wise like sista tortoise whose
home is carved from the spine of earth.
When sharing is divorced from feeling
It becomes a game of proof and I start
to feel tyrannized by your gold misery
drifting through the lake effect
forests are making lungs for you
and now the trees will not forgive
I went birthday shopping & I bought
a new ring with a dolphin shape but I
don’t speak for dolphins. This is where
I cry into my cubicle when I overhear a
conversation on how to force world peace.