A Little Tea Cup

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I’ll squash myself down in size

to make sure there is room for him.

Break four

or five

or six

inches off my legs

so his god complex

has room to breathe,

carve my bones to the surface

to assure him

there isn’t any sugar

hidden in my bloodstream,

smudge colors over my nails

to decorate these fragile,

porcelain hands he keeps

hidden on a shelf.

I’ll accumulate dust,

waiting for the right time.

Open the cabinet,


Come Home.