When They Asked Me To Come Here Poem by Matthew Roeser

When They Asked Me To Come Here



When they asked me to come here
I should have said no
Shut up in a room too small

Unable to fully move my limbs
Unable to even reach
To strangle myself

So forced to endure
the tiny people
with all the room in the world
to do as they please.
to dance, to sing, to play their games

to run amok
slit the duck
bark the dog
knife the hog
mar the sky
crack the sea
burn the margins
so none may see
their ruby red slippers

they even pull my hair and
kick me in the shins
Maybe if I lie here still enough
they'll think I'm dead.

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