Poem #417

touch me
encase me
put strong hands on my arms
squeeze me tightly
wrap me up

I’m foggy gas
without a container
escaping into the universe
dissipating
disappearing

I’m a fishbowl
full of water
in a car on rough terrain
sloshing around
water everywhere

keep me contained
keep me whole
it’s nagging discomfort
I’m close to tears
but I’ll be fine

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