I was born on a starship named
The Zest for Life. We touched down
in a dark wood near a sparkling falls
surrounded by quicksand alive
with jousting hermit crabs.
I empathize. The book of policies
is online, and you will win
when you finally search
for the correct term. Everyone
speaks in lines you have heard
in a court drama. No one
will agree about what they mean
or how to interpret any action.
You will not know just when
something precious has been taken
from you by the smirking hulk
in the cubicle down the hall.
All those crustaceans,
each with their personal shells
and one big claw.
