I don’t know what I’m doing. It’s like someone has taken a cookie cutter to me, The ones with the ripple edges always looked sharper somehow. Hope has left a hole in me, punched straight through by my own soft palm. I wish I could be someone you want: the picture of us I’ve painted was growing faint at the edges. I…
They say you come back taller
when you return from space.
Limbs stretched to impossible lengths
naturally stretching you
into something new.
I think maybe that is what this is like:
I feel ten feet tall if you're near me
and my hands
stretch in just one