Papaver somniferum
Thoroughly secure insecurity.
Don't let it leak through the solid gaps of
Your dangerous boxed-in, open-source safe.
起身 (hei2 san1), hey son
Name its name,
And over time its grip will fade.
Shadowed claws will slowly retract
Their glazed and icy haze.
I speak insecurity,
So that my prodigal muscles pass their frozen assets
On deposit to wall-faced words;
Who long to say something that was felt for so long,
But that can only be expressed by a body at war
With a story it never stole.
I am the prison warden of this insecurity state.
My bones form the bars of a cage that can
Both keep out and contain.
"Am I stuck here with you,
Or are you stuck here with me?"
I would sell my fields of breadseed poppies
For a handful of dandelion seeds,
In hope that they might innervate
My numbed hands, instead of dull the senses to sleep.
Without a bowl of rice,
A meal is not complete.
