tie me up
and take these thoughts with you
out of my head
out of the room
strap me to a forklift
then set me down
on a truck,
tethered to the roof rack
drive me for miles and miles
so the wind whips through my hair
and batters my cheeks
til my lips crack and start to bleed,
so even talking becomes an impossibility
I don’t want these ideas,
don’t want to know what time means.
I don’t want to know whose house flooded
or which movie set was problematic
or what shit politicians said this week
I’m tired of words, tired of promises torn up
before they even have the chance to be broken
tired of my own expectations and the weight of an evil nation
tired of not belonging, of the norm being harm
tired of angry dog walkers and unending car alarms
take it all away
kidnap me, please