AFTER ❋ Goldie Negelev

this cage is so public I discover the cow’s true feelings

for example, he gets excited by thoughts of turning around

sunlight bores him the cow has no desire to go out into the world

the cow smiles waiting to die

inside metal inside unfolding quilt of green.

at my desk I am fascinated & depressed by asphalt plastic cups

optimism what my feelings were I cannot remember how I got so suddenly un-alone

this fucking rattleonly one moment left & every surface is full of noise

I avoid the internet each screen a ghost in my room

to find the flower opening, slowly I mourn & manage to go nowhere