dtf who I wish I was
when you see me
it’s always the pants
an opaque leg
a departure from
the truth of my
body that gets me
meanwhile I was
very prepared
for the climate protest
in which you had leadership
I thought I was waiting out
practice, the scaling
of the wall alongside
the mock freeway
suddenly I was alone
twist 1 is that I wasn’t
thinking outside the box
concerning my definition
of practice
twist 2 is no one does
think around
all the furniture
and traditions
the invisible fence
on the lawn of brain
all the groups like
rice patties
all the crusty strangers
of adjacent scenes
where? without me
I'm stuck but here
to wring poems
for clean cloth
spread out
information
to blow seeds
group's origin
in crop