I make clouds look stable
to be stood on
marshmallows, marble staircases
feathers, full coat armor.
I am a huge-hearted thing.
I have reverse grinch syndrome:
It’s two sizes too big
and I’m too tiny
too flight no fight
too I only look bad on stage-
If you ever have a conversation with me in real life you’d be like,
“seriously? is that all you’ve got?
where’s your eye contact?”
(oh, it’s somewhere hanging out with my innocence. they ran out to the store to get some smarties in like 3rd grade and I guess they’re not back yet?)
“where’s your cocky attitude?
did you leave it at home today?”
(…well, it’s sort of a rental….)
“are you tired?”
(yeah, usually)
“…nervous?”
(yeah, usually.)
more lamb than lion
more sheep than slaughter.
I am only up here
because my brain says
talk about it or I won’t stop talking to you and
my heart says it is sick of me breaking myself
like the piggy bank I never had
because I can’t save money any better
than I can save my sappiness
from seeping into absolutely everything
I do.
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