Nineveh

My whole world is wrapped in a piece of tinfoil & napkin

that which i save from breakfast, a future sandwich

not properly wrapped but stock for a day when a piece of tinfoil

is more valuable than this awful styrofoam they litter me with.

My combatant streak rises: my warrior adjusts her helmet

charging in, clanging on the doors with a cheap metal fork

I assail the castle to no avail for no reason, a noise born of none hearing.

My voice laced with Jonah’s, bringing change to Nineveh.

As though I matter here … it is a recall to 3D, a solid time, footprints

appear where none were before.

My changes of heart bear Witness to All That Is

Changing, tugging on the Matroyoshka dolls which one by one

pop open to one another.

My largeness made small when I look & look & look.