i cry
usually inside and alone
too scared to let the humans see water roll down from behind my eyes
i cry
when i think of family
burned in a jar, or placed six feet and a world afar
i cry
when i see fathers cry at funerals
when life never sees the world outside the womb
i cry
for light bulbs and chocolate cake
for potato peelers and scrabble boards
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