EVERYTHING I EVER LEARNED ABOUT REBELLION

This is a business, this is all a business.
Your hands must be kept from your body because
in spite of your jewels and your precious
trinkets, they will come for you wearing braces.

Hear them pedaling their doomed tricycle,
singing at the tops of their smoking lungs
songs we once sang sweetly to each other while
the dogs in the woodpile nuzzled our dung?

Back then we needed something to do. Laugh boy,
we split into two and called it feeling at home.
But we were at home. It is a birthday pony.
It is a strange kind of rest. It is at home not feeling at home.