wild animal

i’m killing as many brain cells as possible
in anticipation of becoming brain dead.
i’m proactive that way.

i’m on display, trapped in this open area cage,
while the monkeys throw popcorn in their
mouths as they stop and stare in awe.

i escaped this enclosure once before;
roamed the streets with no leash,
scaring bystanders who were quick to
call animal control.

they tried to capture me, while onlookers
snapchatted me philandering the sexy
neighbor, and then the other sexy
neighbor, and then the not so sexy
neighbor and her grandmother
and 20-something year old daughter.

I guess I am wild animal.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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