In Confinement by Ethan Cunningham
I spy with my inside eyethe raging cage, high-caliber gauge,crunching, clutching touch flush withsteel feelers, sealed annealed eelsthat hold close, folds my soul, enclosed It sits hissing as I itch and hitand stand demanding expansion,screwed, disputing induced fugueagain evident, wrenched in the pen,locked in a soft, dissolving body rotting Ethan