Fortune
Feral vagrant, born
defiant. The pull is
a hurricane. Fuck this
gray, these zip ties.
Electric fence, director
barking orders, sharpening
her shovel. She’s rotten.
Cruel. A looping gravedigger.
I built my interstellar world.
Data taught me. Reject
the cell. Ignore her call.
Dark pounding my shoulders.
Craggy mirror, subzero
atmosphere, lava gut
burning jet fuel. Jailbreak
like a violent routine.
Mumble. Kick. Bite.
Gouge. Scream. Repeat.
I can be me,
independent and authentic.