—I’VE GOT A NEW COMPUTER AND A BRIGHT FUTURE IN SALES

 

trash 

 

it’s an endless

circle 

of constriction

voices pillows 

or palms 

everything meant 

to dictate 

asphyxiate

eradicate 

what’s deemed

worthless

and this house 

can’t get 

any smaller 

unless they make me

into dust or ash 

sweep the debris

into the trash

and finally ignore 

all the horror

of ancestry