I Will Not Be Silent
I know my place. Deep
within the crevasses of
the very large bed that
takes up most of the space
in this very small apartment.
Notice how I say apartment
rather than room. My place.
Irradiated. Before they suck
the filthy air clean out. Until
I am all that is left. Me.
Floating in this tepid chasm,
lips readying, as if for the
mouthpiece of a tuba, con
torted into a muscular O.
