For Fear of Ruining My Life
For fear of ruining your life, or ruining you, or mine,
I stuff myself into a bottle like a bad genie.
Yet, since hope is an expansion, it will be unconfined.
This glass the color of jade is crackling and cracking.
The jailer is bladed. The genie is panicking.
Through each new fracture—a delicate beaming.
by Maria Gapotchenko
from Clarion, Issue 15