a confession from a refugee
in a no nails policy home
“it’s a lease but i feel
like i’m on a leash.”
advice is just a device
for you to be nice
turning me into dice
being tossed
being turned
being tumbled
being rolled
i’m dizzy
i’m blurred
i’m confused
i’m lost
in a rice field of advice
infected by mice
so green yet so brown
so new yet so old
so fresh yet so rust
so many yet so few
for i don’t know
what’s good?
what’s bad?
for me
what’s to do?
what’s not to do?
on my own
for i am
just the icing
you carefully craft
on your pretty cake
and now i’m becoming
melting ice from the ice
sculpture you carve
bed bug
lays its head on your skin
takes advantage of you
while you’re asleep
a garden of weeds
determine to make way
they grow and blossom
in between plants you care for
regardless of how you feel
haiku
wherever you go
you’re still you. at whatever
state you are, you’re that.
a haiku
kindness in return
a helping hand recipient
bouquet of flowers
