AGREEABLE.

shrink myself

to minor and mineral,

to dust, to echo

to wide open space.

and silence myself

to Sunday preachings,

to converse with mice

i've never met.

lonely in rooms

full of faces i know.

nothing makes sense,

but everything is there.

wrap my mouth

in tight pink ribbon,

tie my wrists

the very same.

and bourne is obedience,

under ever dim blues

and sentimental still

for the world i dreamed of,

never an occupant.

but at least

i'm now

agreeable.