Poem: Freedom is a big word

4 aventures de Reinette et Mirabelle, Éric Rohmer, 1986

I was 16 when I thought this is a life I can live in

Lying in a bed, head against the 

 glorious outward.

A poem is a feeling

This is freedom

The moment I could I ran,

Bye momma,

See ya later daddy

Catch the fire off my tail

Chains cut, insane in the membrane.

But I remember my little escapes

To the next town, on the bus, or on train

Where my insane would harvest, reap and sow other people’s happy pain

Baby bird ready for feed

Damn sail broke

Can’t see

Can’t breathe