portion of artwork for Jake Hajer's poems

Sweaty Puppet
Jake Hajer

It’d be easier if there wasn’t
even a glove,
and when I thought
you twitched.

Fire growing
clandestine
in a Marxist nightmare.

Your brain as printer paper—
And doves in droves
of laughter.

Sweat’s dripping down
to pool on the concrete.


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