A condition of terms

Words-
i am one in six billion
fingers
searching for a way to explain
but this strange language is man-made
and doesn’t seem to express
what made me not want to get dressed-
today

i am petrified
forest-
more quiet than quiet
as you fall in line
at the drop of a dime
signaling the end
of my time

i want so much not to be
human,
to remove the body
to finally
be
understood.