I'm examining your new apartmentnthrough grainy cell phone pictures wherenthe backlight ripples through your windowsnand pixels glisten in your hair.nnBut as these borders grow more rigidnwith every vague domestic threatnwith each inflated obligationnit's the most we can expect.nnI'm stalled in a haze without you, I'm typing half drunkenly.nI'm emoting in lower cases, unpunctuated fits.nI'll circle around your ankles like a dizzy chain of beesnto sting the shackles of citizenship.nnAnd you still can't leave the countrynon account of your arrestnfor knocking down a police officernat a late 90's protest.nnSo our parcels will clear customsncovered in literal red tape.nThe contents bend though they ship cushionednand anything fragile will break. nnI'm stalled in a haze without you, I'm typing half drunkenly.nI'm emoting in lower cases, unpunctuated fits.nI'll circle around your ankles like a dizzy chain of beesnto sting the shackles of citizenship.nnBold lines etched by old ties and plebiscites.nBold lines denied by thin wires and satellites.nnI'm stalled in a haze without you, I'm typing half drunkenly.nI'll circle around your ankles like a dizzy chain of beesnA chain of bees stingingnat the shackles of citizenship.