i will change my name and move to morocco.
i will carefully alter my schedule to throw off their clocks.
i will place copyrights on all of my sentences and watch from on high.
i will water my plants in winter and cover them in spring.
i will interrogate myself mercilessly until i am broken.
i will call the psychic hotlines and hang up, furious.
i will hang myself from the town hall belfry (at dawn, of course).
i will sit in the bathtub, naked, and pray for rain.
i will write the president that i'm fine now, thanks for asking.
i will unplug all my appliances and listen to my neighbors from the living room.
i will cover mine eyes so that i cannot be seen.
i will write nonsense and philosophy so that they will think me cleared.
i will invent new words for freedom and pass out pamphlets.
i will ascend into heaven (three days too late).
i will line my windows with mirrors--let them look!
i will talk to myself, but only in third person formal.
i will tour the concentration camps and take furtive, scribbled notes.
i will turn in resume' with two-weeks notices stapled to the back.
i will underline all the adjectives in the new testament.
i will leave copies of gerontion conspicuously around my house.
i will go back in time and do everything exactly the same.
i will publish all of my sins chronologically.
i will hire a team of detectives to watch me closely for treason.
i will have them watched.
i will speak only when spoken to.
i will spit it out,
and having spit it out,

i will be silent.

I will be silent.