My tea is full of nicotine
I drink and chew the leaves
I put hypocrites like you to sleep when I
scarcely dream
the mantis queen doesn’t know my name,
though her soldiers prattle up and down my arms all the same
all in formation in patterns unseen
the cattle lay siege to the wooden fence in the night
glossy eyes like mirrors in passing headlights
they know nothing more than who you are behind closed doors
I titled my ear to hear and I’ll tell you what they told me;
That hares hide in fox skins when they’re scared
that feline hierarchy in truth, pays no mind to verticality
I walk backwards down the stairs
