Because I'M So Small

the dry drain
burn-soaked tears cripple me
the pain smudges the purple night
moans thrum in me
i’ll wake and give a single scratch just like a tear

through all my anguish
and glass jar shards,
(like cracked fruit)
the pear pulled pressure

through grinding gears
and sullen puppets

i’d like to

by Jonathan Ballam

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