unkept pronouns

let's never talk about the government again.
build a house with chicken legs to escape in.
i want to eat honeysuckles & learn
the language of the mosquitos so that i can bribe them
to drink my enemy's blood & tell me
what it tasted like. i have been
letting my pronouns get unruly lately. 
call me what you think i am. it's a game of
visibility. i am your magic 8 ball. shake me
& i'll give you a fortune or a warning.
aren't all fortunes warnings though?
if i lost my sense of taste i don't think i would
eat less. instead, i crave sugar like a butterfly. 
i have a bad habit of throwing things out
in preparation for a sudden & urgent runaway.
i get rid of the hedge trimmers & the scythe. 
the pronouns get weedy & unkept. the government 
punches a hole in my ear & tags me
like the dairy cows who roam the pasture looking
for a way out. i promised i would not
talk about the government but i am really sick
of considering what i should hide. i am too tired
to be anything but a menace. i let me pronouns
attract bugs. i get the hoa called on my pronouns.
they cultivate wild raspberries & i eat them
all myself. red-fingered & sweet. dandelions come
& sing their yellow hearts all night. a family member
buys me a push mower for christmas.
i bury it. i will not be tending this mess. 
i want to see how wild i can get.