Im worried

About trusting them with my

Words

Spilling pink contents

Onto the couch

Don’t feel around them

Don’t slip

Precious details

Don’t exert your aching bones

In their presence

Don’t

Find your grounding

Hop into a lavish green meadow

With spring posies

Pocketful

Of deceit and forthcoming knives

No safe space has to be released

Somehow.

Are you safe even in

your own Pocket? Do you know

Where your children are?

Do you know how to sensor

Your drippings, before them?

Do you know how to carefully

And spindling say

The right things?

Don’t starve in a crowd

Because if you do, young ones,

And old ones, and uptight-mind-collapsing-

Narcissists,

They will feast on your

Hunger