Plague No. 8 - Field Mouse

Locusts swarm my body

Think they sense a dream dying

Charisma mildew

Coast to coast gets rocky

An elementary lesson plan

No pay to ease the suffering

I got older

I became my own vessel

I changed all my cells

Now I can’t see so well

I got older

I became my own vessel

I changed all my cells

Now I can’t see so well

We used to dig such big, big holes

Looking for the impossible bones

I wish I had known her

The box full to its brim

Of all the ways I wanted to be seen

For me: the dead living

When I get older

Will I remember saying this?