Untitled Poem (acrylic box)

I am in an acrylic box

With cheap things

A flimsy metal claw

Descends

And wraps itself around my head

For a moment I feel lifted

It feels good

I see a giant hopeful face across the expanse

The metal digs into my scalp

And my neck stretches

And I am in motion

My jaw still lax

My limbs heavy

I am a puppet, just barely

But it is so much more

Than before

A speck of hope rises in my chest

I could be fixed

And then

It ends

 

I fall back into the mucky muck

Of junk

Deeper this time

I’m upside down

Painted smiles all around

(Some currently oriented like frowns)

There’s a piece of bubble gum

Wrapped in wax paper

Enclosed in a cracked plastic bubble

There’s an orange and green squirt gun

That might leak

Who knows

There’s a little pink bear

And a little yellow bunny

And there's fuzzy dice

And chocolate money

And for someone,

It’s a game of hope

Just like horror movies

Are games of fright

 

You know

I never thought I could run out of Hope

Until I did

Maybe we all thought that

There are so many of us here

And if I ever get out of here..

I wish I could build a crane

A crane that holds!

I wish I could be a crane

And either way

I wish that I could spend my days

Lifting every last one of us who still remains

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