Alarm

Paper hats fall back on the silhouette
That they brought back
Ghosts of animals hang from bassinets
As not to let fermented boys and girls seek apologies. They’ll let it be. I just want to settle down
So men can tie up presents like a disease
Will it be called strength, or just anxiety?
“Can you come back?” they still beg to their son
A woman collects clippings from magazines
I am the seething soul that must admit it’s quiet yet
The lines I stole still have not earned regard
Maybe it’s known, the flesh I’ve worn is still the closest thing to what I mean

Unassimilated, I
Am sure they’ll try to forgive the best part of me, but traitors cry too, maybe while separating bills from blankets, as midwives watch from the floor sewing capes for whoever knocks on their door

Bleeding into my life
Don’t you want to enjoy the time that you are free?
I know I would if I was you
But I am glad I don’t have the blood on my hands