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Shaken-Up Soda Can

Every night,
I measure the ceiling
of my room
every night it gets lower.
Finally, I went up to the attic
I saw how crazy my mom was,
holding onto my graduation picture
soaking it with tears
shouting intermittently at my father,
who is profusely sweating and crying
from loving and fearing her conditionally.
My sisters locked to their desks
too scared, urinate on the floor.
The ceiling is supersaturated
and the drops
keep me up at night.


Sanjay Pani

This poem is appearing in the Poetry Journal
Premiere Generation Ink. Volume 1 Number 1

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