Run

Run

We dont have time. Dada

will soon tsunami-crash, pull

us under the sea till we float.

He's coming—quick, we

must go. Your swollen face--

a cracked mirror I see myself

broken inside, his steps

pounding—closer, into my dream-earth.

Run!--we belong nowhere.

We don't have time to belong.

Leave the cat beside the couch,
my beloved best friend-- leave him,

fast forward ourselves to a place

I climb the oak daily with each

scratch, I pray higher

and higher.