Ten.

10

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~