Thoroughly secure insecurity.

Don't let it leak through the solid gaps of

Your dangerous boxed-in, open-source safe.

起身 (hei2 san1), hey son

Name its name,

And over time its grip will fade.

Shadowed claws will slowly retract

Their glazed and icy haze.

I speak insecurity,

So that my prodigal muscles pass their frozen assets

On deposit to wall-faced words;

Who long to say something that was felt for so long,

But that can only be expressed by a body at war

With a story it never stole.

 I am the prison warden of this insecurity state.

My bones form the bars of a cage that can

Both keep out and contain.

"Am I stuck here with you,

Or are you stuck here with me?"

I would sell my fields of breadseed poppies

For a handful of dandelion seeds,

In hope that they might innervate

My numbed hands, instead of dull the senses to sleep.

Without a bowl of rice,