the crunch
weighs in on you,
tries to
flatten you out
but the spectacle
can’t understand
that something
as simple
as taking a piss
or walking
across the room
is a victory
that life
is its own
and belongs
to nobody
a shape
that is shapeless
and not to be
contained
yet there’s
all this talking,
all this
naming
so, we just
zip up
put on our shoes
and pretend
to mean something
