poem

I am the colander that I carry around Holes unplug-ableEye sockets,Uncontrollable.I swear I will ceaseMy salty sadnessThe momentMy well runs dry.But in the quiet of the nightI always seem to find something moreTo cry about.So I’ve resolvedTo be the colanderThat I carry aroundSo my tears can simplyLeak right out of meBecause the longer I keep them…