wait.

wait. do you hear the rattle the hum as the air rushes through...

wait.
do you hear
the rattle
the hum
as the air
rushes through
the cold metal vents
weaving through
the brittle skeleton
of your suburban jail?

steel girders
harsh
raw
metal bones
of giants.
the gods
of the 21st century.


that’s where you
want to be.

                        but you’re not.

you’re here.

                        not there.

one day.
                        maybe.
but not today.