Cash Cow

Cash Cow

A Poem by JR

I’m on my own; its all on me 
the weight 
is like a plush bear 
pressed inexorably into my whole body 
at once 
there is no out 
there is only plush 
and the strain to breathe 
everyone wants their money 
everyone wants me to 
f*****g MOO 
like the cash cow I’ve become 
but they don’t realize 
(the weight) 
they don’t know how my sides 
strain 
to inhale 
and how the bleat 
gets stolen by the stuffing. 

I’m drowning in plain air 
but they want me to perform 
they want to see my heels 
they want me to clap 
to dance 
to tell jokes
be the spark 
in the dark room 
but they don’t know 
(the weight) 
they don’t know 
the plush 
they don’t know 
that I drown every day 
more and more 
while only clear air surrounds me. 

They want my breath but it’s stolen. 

They want my bulk but it’s disintegrating. 

They want my stones but 
they don’t clack anymore. 

Fingers broken. 

Head lowly. 

I’m drowning in plain air 
this isn’t me waving goddamnit. 

This isn’t me waving 
hello 
to you.

© 2023 JR


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JR
JR

Placerville, CA



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