[a poem from 1998-1999, year six celled]



i’m still
down
this
hole
down
this
deep
dank
dreary
well

i quit crawlingasfastasicould
when i realized i was getting
no
where

And i learned
                        to dance
like earthworms
                        and ants

for days now
I’ve heard

you

w
a
y
up
there
bustling
noisily
saving
me

But I no longer
                        believe
or believe I care
                        to care


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