dear god please help me find my way back
last time i didn't know where you at
keep me in a place that's proofed for pain
and then i wake in this room again
soon as i got here i understood
chaos is out there and in the blood
freedom needs a template to lay down
a flag or stake to drive in the ground
i built a log cabin of rhetoric
just like my forbearing eccentrics
they asked to be spared from predators
i must submit to my editors
by Donna
Institute for the Journal of the Meta-Cognitive Talk Therapy Apologist Movement
Chukka Chank Center
Community Week Poetry Festival, Table 7
It sounds like she's anticipating another nothingburger caesarean.
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