Hiding in another poem
I come here where no one will hear me
and

Scream into this box

and then I
dry my clothes and wait
for the buzzer
then I
whisper into this box
please
please
please
why me
why trees
why flowers in her hair
Why Tiananmen Square

I will not go there
where people gather
with little pictures to share

I am a fool there and
must run and hide
inside these square walls of my sweet
prison