the leash problem
climb higher, climb higher,
climb higher where?
i've already hit
the radius of the cutting circle,
gone as far as i can without losing sight
of the blood on the tiles.
static adrenaline in my little finger,
doomsday pendulum in my wrist,
i watch the wide world narrow
to a pinprick hole in the sky
that lets through no light.
so resentment curdles the cream
of the crop, so what?
i'd regret any feverish flight,
i'd feel time flow differently—
you're right, you're right—
if i were good
then it wouldn't be a problem!
i'll fold my heart away neatly,
make my eyes benign,
laugh laugh laugh.
oh no, if i were good
then it wouldn't be a leash.