7.04.2010

Crowd Me

It all feels very,
[Hah. Feelings.]
Open, spacious, slow,
There's a perimeter and I don't know,
What could possibly be beyond it.
But it's flat where I am,
Yellow grass and moss,
And room for just one more person,
In all of this space,
We need so much more space than this life provides,
Room to thrash, ramble, pace, cartwheel,
Weep,
Leapfrog,
See how far we can spit.
It's incredible how much I want you here,
In this not big enough space with me.

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