my presence is so large

my presence is so large!
it takes up all the rooms
of this house and
causes it to creak in complaint.

my mind, my heart, my mouth
are separated by walls
of brick and mortar.
sealed apart they wonder
at the others existence.

twenty years later

in his empty house, he looks up from his papers:
"i treated her poorly, upon a time"

in her empty house, she strokes her yellow cat:
it looks at her with his eyes

loss

I saw a plastic spoon in the dirt.

Ten years ago it would have given me hours of fun,

But now it's just a spoon
In the dirt.

my wish

I want to make my arms
the cage that entraps you
and keeps you safe
from this ravenous world.

divine

it's a bench
circular, of glass
but the enormity of the reenactment
shatters it beneath
and leaves us floating

and suddenly, air

it's fitting that I must go up to get there
but up to come back?
it's a brain game.

chaos

butterflies rarely keep to one flower
no matter how vibrant

impassioned and frenzied
they take take take
from every bloom

A fact about me:

do I float?