Allison Meraz
Kitten In a Jar

The glass mouth sealed
quiets the noisy soul
though I know the mother watches.

Ginger, they call it,
the orange and vanilla variety
that prefers to fight when cornered.

Kids are cruel; they learn to bully with a smile.

I know how an animal trapped
turns into a skeleton.
I have been on both sides
of that experiment.

Not so innocent,
but I have never felt so glad
to be human.