Surely now? I said.
Surely now? I read.
Backed by the finest dictatorships,
Surely now, let rip
While I feel no strain.
No strain at all.

Feathers board the plane and
Take flight.
Risk assessment squads are
On standby.
Alice shares the weight of my hand.
Soft, fleshy, therapeutic quicksand.
She feels no strain at all.
I feel no strain at all.
No strain, no change, no escape at all.