Leaky vessels
Pouring myself into leaky vessels
I find out if they can hold it, carry it, keep me off the ground where laughing and crying and leaking might happen
It being me
It being this buzzing between us
I ask, no, request, you to see my passion
I’ll hold it flat for you so you can see it well
Hold it clear in my fists and mouth and eyes
Clear without smile
Did you see?
Fine, I’ll show you how loud a little emptiness can be
Turning away I’ll push it against walls, topple it, rage in public private
then leak until I’m gone