Stone in my heart, and
stomach, pulls
me down, draw my head
to earth, tight with ropes
and lure weights,
when my mind asks, why
any one want me, what
good I have,
pull tight, knot fast and
stone drop down to earth,
and I say,
no, they care, love you,
need you, want your art,
your work, like
your help. But stone pulls down,
down, anchor drops, drags,
rope mesh or
cage, those old crab traps,
rusty and squeak the doors,
around my heart,
saying, how you can
think you are good? How
you not see,
all are annoyed, your
talk, your push into
every space,
you want too much from
everyone, doors say,
cage and ropes
tight around my heart.
Heavy stones are hard
to fight, and
trap doors always lie.