I've been flirting with life

my whole life

but life doesn't want me.

She throws me off from places

where lice can cling

and I'm not anything.

Cloves running with shiny smoke

give off more existence than I.

The pie has cut me,

I can't get anywhere.

These streets and signs

are cages for kept birds

who keep me out.

I can scream where they

can't even speak

they can live

where I can't even be.