Work snips years

it abducts me

from living

and the drinks are heavy

after

in my liver

my tenuous body

if I could live

in a less-consumed way

outside

with the grass

not overgrowing

my head

in the mountains

with a beach-blue

overlook

and while I’m

fantasizing

I want a bug force

field to keep

the pests away

I want to glide

over the landscape

a less-ambitious Magneto

breathing in

high-altitude sea breeze

until the stress is gone

and I deflate

into the ocean

though I don’t know

how to swim

see

 

even my daydreams

end with darkness