freedom, being a hole punched tent with bargain label language, just doesn’t cut it for me these days

i’ve had enough of politics without a politic for concern for the earth-body, the body bodies that are bootstraps talked to, the bodies laboured over the boots that exist outside the poem, the poem of the inverted triangle collapsing, of the campsite littered with discarded strings for discarded tents

whatever a shelter is, it can’t be this, the wind cutting through on all sides

Untitled design (19)Annabelle Kang is an English Literature and Philosophy student living in Montreal. Her poems can be seen in Mineral Lit Mag, Depth Cues, Vagabond City Lit, and others.