Who isn’t?
Who should?
Who will?
It makes me want to train up and take off
And search for sand and rail and stone
And say a prayer
To no one and Jack
I’d rather see a chicken hawk and know
Then fade into that awfulness
And where am I and who is this?
Wrap up the anxiety in thin paper
Like a firework and rocket it
Towards an elsewhere that is
Most habitable
And die and die and die
Expectations
Deliver me from here