When I say I’m okay, it’s just nobody’s comingto save me. I’m out of sight this way.With my mouth muddled

I’m so safe. I speak most clearlywhen I’m dangerous. Step to and the room grows dim,let my word slip and the whole world turns

fire and hiss under my tongue. I’ll say I didn’tmean it but I did. You’ll feel better soon, the nightsagging in its silence again. It’s just what you won’t

see: I drift all around mein the snow our shapes make.I move through America looking up

at the trees, which are stolen, this landa vast and stolen thing and Ia stolen thing deposited within it. When I say

I’m okay, I mean I’m just oneblack ripple on a black sea.I hear that sound my shape makes

in your mind’s darkest room.I am most dangerouswhen I speak.

I step in the fire and hiss.The whole world turns.Everyone’s looking, but nobody sees.