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i’ve unlearned where to plant my allegiance,
carry it around like a bloated corpse,
heavy and putrid, sniffing for the ground.

bags of rotting seeds, every one
tossing their opinions at each other,
blindfolded, hands over ears
spewing entitled nonsense.

red faced toddlers screaming
at the walls closing in.
prisoners in a perpetual fit of pique.
too busy taking umbrage
to ignore. stay quiet. listen.
find sympathy. birth empathy.
say, “i don’t know.”
this is not my battle,
my position irrelevant.

they wanted us all to have a voice
but didn’t warn of the tedious tumult.
the unbearable racket every time
we disappear into these evasive screens.

none of it will satiate
this wildly growing hunger.
how are we meant to be sustained
in the futility of factlessness?  

i’ve unlearned where to plant my allegiance,
carry it around in a satchel of dandelion forets,
wanting to be blown to oblivion.