The cicadas sound outside
Inside
The fan doesn’t penetrate
Its wind bounces off hollow metal skin.
Oh to be a caterpillar,
A fated destination – the cocoon will determine me
All I do is curl up and the rest, well we’ll see.
Crack open this shell, I beg,
Like a kinder egg, it will be a surprise
But kinder eggs are always disappointing, their parts get lost
And the cheap plastic allows its paint to chip off
And the egg itself, well that chocolate is no good
And too penetrable.
Caterpillars would not do inside a kinder egg, for who they are to become
Is too easily compromised.
How good it feels when it’s late and our minds are full
But really
Like a bunker, we hide inside
Waiting
Soon this war of sorts will end,
And all to do is open a door
Where a snowy field awaits.
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