Having whatever 
in life
friend thing
or love 
requires room
if your 
life is 
sand that 
constantly collapses 
onto itself 
there is 
little leeway
for others 
do the 
hard work 
build out 
of stone 
create space 
for there
then others 
will stay

I want 
a harbor 
a place 
to go
a haven 
or treehouse 
I want 
it to 
have arms
and legs
eyes and 
a smile 
and a 
heart as
big as
a lagoon 
and as
warm as
a bath
in which 
to soothe 
and sleep 
and awaken 
brand new 

Imagine being present 
and not locked 
away in some 
tower high above 
or put to 
sleep by some 
apple or swept 
away by some 
prince imagine your 
stopping your imagining 
because this is 
precisely what people 
do they live 
in their minds 
in their fairytales 
of a completely 
different life than 
the ones that 
they lead and 
they believe them
despite being nightmares 

I’m too
just too
too this
too that
too much 
too old 
too tired 
too to 
to anything 
too tall 
too large 
too loving 
too caring 
this too
is too 
to too

I have 
no where 
to get 
to because 
I’m already 
here here
is where 
where I’ve 
always been 
but couldn’t 
recognize because 
of all 
of the 
others standing 
in front 
but now 
oh now 
they’re gone 
as gone 
ones do 
and I 
have finally 
found me
right here 
right where 
I have 
always been