by Megan Wildhood
ink-black anvil
less chiseled
organized
integrated
they were like me
the trees
so tall they rained from the sky
rained sky
rained sky
nothing cools
adheres
partitions
renditions
beings well
nothing
nothing
nothing
tingles of resistance
no more
what was the stop
in that groundless freefall
in reachoutless
comfortless prison
I did, did ask before
I did, did, did remind
remind
remind
of my existence
until I
wished
wished
wish
ed
it
had never been
and because and I thought everyone did, too
