i fear i will end up on the street.
i fear the ears listening for all that’s inside of me.
i fear the cats with taut muscles.
i fear their eyes.
i fear their eyes, sharp emeralds.
i fear the candle, headed toward oblivion.
the hiss of “just trust me.”
the kiss of distraction.
the wish of destruction.
i fear one day we will all be tightly wrapped.
i fear the mob deciding i am the fat cow,
that it is me who can feed the tribe.
i fear the water, wanting everything.