I am a little trick rabbit.
Like a little trick rabbit,
I was pulled from a hat.
The hat was black,
And was kept in the back.
I found my hat...
And put myself back.
Like a little trick rabbit,
I disappear.

I have a problem with the world at large. Out, out screaming on the streets, lifting food that no one will give me, out fighting because no one else will, and it still hasn’t changed. It took me a long while, but I’m done. And there isn’t anything I can say. You love your cage so much; enjoy it.

My breath catches on the inside, each quiet wall suffocating me. I need wind and light and the clarity of true earth, and the pinons that are almost all cut down. Whatever it is that you lack, if it is remarked upon by the coldness in your eyes or the distant awkwardness when I smile at you, it doesn’t matter.

This is it, I need out.

[COLD AIR]