Miss. Carey Poem by Justin Henry

We watch so carefully.
The chickens lay thier eggs.
We watch so carefully
behind a set of brand new legs.

The meat orchids eat whats not spoiled.
The trees speak in a strange tongue to me
'You should have been boiled'.

I don't have enough space to crawl.
My feet have no room to fall.
I guess the nest is too small.

I want my ghost to escape through you.
My first real fake heartbeat.
My lips tasting the real fake oxygen.
My ghost will escape through you.