I really can’t be filled by the exhaustive unpredictability of everything
but I am addicted to the raw, undefinable nature of
my feet hanging off the ground and not knowing
and that not mattering.
here everyone says why?
because they believe that they know
and think that they understand all the silly little bits of information
they force down their own throats
cutting open their lips
no matter what they say it will be tainted with blood.
(i, the little breezy bird, wonder at their deep-rooted legs)