SQN - Sine Qua Non - Issue 1 - Journal - Page 118
KM Kramer
Cubist Self-Portrait
I am a red
balloon. People point
to me in the sky.
Pumped with helium, I arc
and rock, ready to sail
anywhere
The crow lands its talons on
my temples: Clench.
Its beak pokes and gnaws
my eyeholes out. My arms splay
on the cliff rock
(which happens to be my brown couch).
My ankles dangle
down
My chest: the mortar
where the pestle of worry
presses
Seared under my skin, the bloodstream
strains to wash what has settled in
my sinews. Stamped. The only
choice: I make the imprint
me. Remade, I am
a lithograph, leaving behind
a series of prints,
increasingly bold
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