PoetryVol. 2, Issue 1

Pressure Valve

Like a kettle whistlingSteam shooting into the airThe release of that sensation …Ahhhhhhhh

Illustration of curling black-and-white smoke or steam rising in a flame-like plume.

They say it creates diamonds.I’ve never seen that,But I’ve witnessed a busted pipe or two.

Yet …I ain’t worried about being broken anymore.I can breatheI can breatheI can breathe.

Poet
Bryan “Ben Isreal” Dean
First published
Vol. 2, Issue 1 · 2025 · p. 70
Original edition
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