Sunday, March 13, 2005

Saturday, 4 A.M.: A Complaint

dear sir and madam

i wish to register my disenchantment
in the strongest possible terms
at my current predicament.

you have placed me under arbitrary arrest
in a cell barely twice my height
with walls I cannot climb
they taunt me
you have left me thirsty and hungry all at once
and no one brings me a meal.

will you not take pity on me?
will no one listen to my cries
how can i make you
understand?

i am exhausted, and my
body is much too small
and i am not entirely sure
how it works.

will no one even bring me sleep?

i am

yours very truly

&c.

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