No Exit
Trapped in a land of high-rises and storefronts
Mannequins behind glass stand motionless, watching
Arrows point.
Bookstores invite.
Red to stop.
Green to go.
Park here—NO, THERE.
2?
8?
33?
Remember to buy milk.
Shredded cheese.
Which way?
That way…
I see you,
but I am invisible,
recording these moments.
No exit from this geometry.
No exit from these patterns.
Follow the tire tracks
Just a small rebellion:
stopping
and looking.
