September 23, 2024

By Eric Chang

Self

His head a balloon

His arms made of timber

The redness in his cheeks

Was born to spill

All over this dull wooden floor

I stare closer.

And see his features

Unravelling 

They twist

And turn

In ways 

that even Picasso

Could not picture

Hesitantly

I inch forward 

Until I feel 

his glassy touch

So that he may watch

Me go home forever

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