fullness

i’ve had my fill of brushing
away prickly burrs
detached from people
		-they make me want to erect
	wire fences in the hopes
			that’ll turn them into good neighbours.

i’ve had my fill of picking
barbs curved under my skin
placed by people who wheedle and needle
		-they make me want to inject
	hallucinogenics directly hoping
			that’ll clear their vision.

i’ve had my fill of toxins
sugar sweet cloying clingers
exhaled by killers with kindness
		-they make me want to gag
	bindings around their mouths in the hopes
			that’ll halt their generous indulgence.

i’ve had my fill of feeling
like a bitter pill
remedying some people,
i’ve had my fill of believing
i’m a heel and oh so lucky
to have any people at all around,
i’ve had my fill of behaving
subservient as an addict to opium
a guinea pig in a wheel

	-i depart from guilt and shame
gratefully and without blame
		opening to fresh air,
	and if it’s true there’s nothing 
fresh for me out there, 
that these are as good as people i’m going to get
			i’ll depart anyway
				risking discovery.

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