Jiak Liao Bee
I was born here.
I have never left.
They keep it just how I like it.
Outside has a smell I’ve lost.
Food, set down for me.
Through the window, other windows.
On the sofa, I dissolve.
Everything softens. I let it.
Happy daze. Daze happy.
I don’t know which is which.
Other days.
Things I imagine.
Haunting me.
They bring it to the door.
I turn my head.
The fear is too great to eat.
I am happy here.
I am safe.
This is what they think.
Some would call me a dog.
My name is Trevor.