I'm examining your new apartment   through grainy cell phone pictures where   the backlight ripples through your windows   and pixels glisten in your hair.      But as these borders grow more rigid   with every vague domestic threat   with each inflated obligation   it's the most we can expect.      I'm stalled in a haze without you, I'm typing half drunkenly.   I'm emoting in lower cases, unpunctuated fits.   I'll circle around your ankles like a dizzy chain of bees   to sting the shackles of citizenship.      And you still can't leave the country   on account of your arrest   for knocking down a police officer   at a late 90's protest.      So our parcels will clear customs   covered in literal red tape.   The contents bend though they ship cushioned   and anything fragile will break.       I'm stalled in a haze without you, I'm typing half drunkenly.   I'm emoting in lower cases, unpunctuated fits.   I'll circle around your ankles like a dizzy chain of bees   to sting the shackles of citizenship.      Bold lines etched by old ties and plebiscites.   Bold lines denied by thin wires and satellites.      I'm stalled in a haze without you, I'm typing half drunkenly.   I'll circle around your ankles like a dizzy chain of bees   A chain of bees stinging   at the shackles of citizenship.