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I fear being trapped. Enclosed against
my will. In a baler, in a cave, in a car. Trapped.
And I put myself in these situations regularly.
When I’m buckled in, with my back up against it
I get riled. When I was young my older brothers
taught me how to hunt and trap. The first thing
I trapped made me sick. I had to stay after
school that day. So I didn’t check my traps
till the next morning. Lo and behold I had caught
an opossum. Foot. The rest of the animal got away.
Got away because it had chewed it’s leg off
to get out of the trap. We found it nearby. Wasn’t
hard to track. Then we had to kill the poor thing.
I don’t like feeling trapped. I’ll chew my leg off.
16/Sept/2020
Markle~
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