(trapped underneath this weight)
trapped underneath this weight
no one has learned how to teach me patience
but all this time i've waited
as my scars heal
and more ornaments grow on the trees outside
all i feel are my eyes anchored by sand and rocks.
my dying arms and broken legs
growing heavy, senceless and buoyant, shivering banisters
supporting meagerly my tendencies towards surrender.
now i hunger for hunger
and once i learn starvation
my stomach will fill with my shed skins.
continuingly lying lifeless. wilted leaves, emaciated limbs.
peeling until there is little left of me
to offer a resistance.
until i am recovered by
by children, who ask me
for direction.