i hear my muffled soupy breath lick my lips each fourth or fifth swallow my spit it s amplified like through a cone seems to echo through the dome over my head the polyester lining scrapes against my six day stubbled face trapping my groans i try and fail to twist my neck my arms and legs pinned to a rack cracking my bones i went looking for heaven but i found space and it was great it was great back home they thought i d vanished without a trace but i found space i found space i m peering out this tiny hole in a twenty gallon bowl plastic and chrome and all the stars and dust i see look no more real than on tv let me go home craning for a better view over metal walls if i could return to you i would ditch it all