Puppet X,15 Poem by Jerry Ratch

Puppet X,15



15



Suppose
I look

And suppose I
do

Standing on my own

Glass headache
in my hand

(Another voice
I can see
inside)

- The crushed moth
that could have taken you
to the moon…

The ant
sees

I believe this

I won’t get any smaller

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