“People are always talking about individual freedoms, but no one can stand to see a free individual.”

I saw a woman leave her office today
To fall down and claw the crude earth
Like a voracious shrew

Screaming and laughing,
She rubbed her hair in the grass
To become the scent of spring

How beautiful she was
With her costume on the ground
In the shape of business casual

I stood for the moment
In the wake of her honesty—
I am a felled tree

And I thought to myself
As I languidly chewed my silence
How terrible it has become
To be free.