la revolucion

my arrow has
a rebellion
refrain
each verse
equal
dewdrop-causing
cheek stains.

the moisture
seems embarassing
the harassing tone
is past sutures
and mendable futures.

have the filial
daughter’s
floodgates emptied
their Venti vessels
or are they still water-filled?

crop one massive teardrop
versus
a million bits awash
Dam
I wish I was.