small

make me small
make me fit on the head of a pin
then jab it at my heart
tick!
tick!
tick!
make me small
wadded into a ball
of aluminum foil still warm
and salty from a potato
then wing me
at the nearest family member
and we will all laugh
I want to cry
My heart stays just below my eyes
and if I think too much
or if I feel
I'll just leak and then
have to explain
or worse
no one
will
ask.

Surrender

She said,
"Surrender!" over and over
and I bucked against the command
finally
I bowed my head
again and again
in the picture of subservience
in the image of obedience
and acquiescence
but
in my Heart
in my Heart
there
there was Rage.
Not the impotent foot-stamping tantrum
but an ill tide
forever lapping away at my foundation.
of the house I built
or
of the house I am building
I don't know.
"Surrender?" I ask myself.