i grew comfortable sleeping on couches - in hydra or out east - bedrooms without locks offer little sleep - the shower beside the birch tree a hive of silent wasps - the tub on a mound of shit - so all the guests could watch - and you keep calling me creepy - you dial me up to say i'm no good i have disconnected my landline and wandered into the woods - there's no reception out here, no compass no map - just pine trees, and dirt - branches and bird nests a creek not a crik -i dunk my dirty face in the water and catch fish with my teeth - i don't keep them i'd never eat them - "freedom can feel like a loss of protection" and the fish begs to breathe i release it into the water where i would also rather be