lapin: 2

Starvation uncontained

It’s lawless

Arriving at Sodom

So you offer me sustenance

Surely that meant you were good,

kind.

A scent of woody amber hangs heavy in the air,

along with our silence

Unfamiliarity unsettling the dirt beneath my palms

Nervous laughter and sudden realizations fill it

the door lock clicks.

Words are impalpable

My tongue rests on the roof

It seems closer to the ground now.

How does one utter that word?

“No”

I miss my colony

I could do nothing and everything

I seldom leave my home

You are owed.

My coupon wrinkled,

expired in April