I apologize about the spacing. These marks (-) indicate a new stanza.

-because I need it-

There is bondage in my clothes

In the stitches, there are children's

Fingers, woven into clamped, swollen

Hands

In my shoes, there is blood

That irk around the sides like sweat

And make them stink

On my rings, in the gems

I see many faces

Bent and misshapen

Hard like the stone

In my wallet, the change is loose

And caged, like their lives, I take

Them wherever I go