Ritual

Supergluing my hair shut,
so the wind don’t
blow it
away.

Squeezing on
drainpipes,
so my legs don’t
escape.

Plastic-bagging
my mouth,
so it don’t get
dry.

Wrapping my wrist
in steel,
so my veins don’t
cry.

Covering my back
in camo,
so the sun don’t
see.

Fabricating my soul,
so the ground don’t
feel my
feet.

Scanning the circle
to see what
the future
brings.

Twisting the keyhole,
so brahman
don’t steal my
things.