And knee pads as footsteps are not enough
And carved out broken bedsprings are not enough
And Woolf and Lorde and Hurston and Baldwin are not enough
And wound shape comparison, whistle sharps are not enough
And spoons burnt from below are not enough
And museums and meditation, not enough
And reoccurring dreams of hostage not enough
And the sex you think you shouldn’t be having, not enough
And cage. And babies. And babies in cages. Not enough.
And the reason your body odors and resistance. Not. Enough.
And hymns. And disbelief. And disbelieving hymns. Not enough.
And liberated spines and discounted lacerations and everything we choke on that cannot be deciphered. Not. Enough.
And incubators and incubating and departments. Depart. Mental. Isms.