on windsheilds

we sit in metal traps:
we feel safe,
having guarded ourselves with vinyl
and glass.

to keep the forests alive,
we set fire to the yellow fields
and every summer instead of warmth
it’s just heat the fire yields.

we feel safe in metal traps
speeding along behind plates of glass,
lying to ourselves with safety straps.

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