Everybody, stay away. Trust me,
it is the best thing you can do.
And I would, too, were I not chained
by law and being to this thing
I call myself. It is a bull,
or something like a bull—a calf,
frightened, with all the mindless energy
of hot young blood.
Thank you for your well-wishes,
your desire to wipe my angry tears—
now get out of here, now, go,
before the stall’s walls break.