Ode to a Jar

screams float

in a clear jar filled with

dew

yesterday’s dew

the rain was soft

like your face

before

the iron smashed it

into a million pieces

i hate the game

you make me play

i count the tiles

i memorize my taste buds

i focus on one ceiling fan

i stop thinking

i stop imagining

except

when i see the jar

i transform

i have a purpose

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