Small

My listening is brittle but I know you

Saw the smallest things. While I couldn’t see one leaf. I grew big things in my head and I burned them down.

I was small in your dream and I dove into your glass of Coca Cola to do the backstroke.

To balance on a spoon, to wear lungs on our back, to center on a pinpoint deep inside while falling from great lengths.

After you left, you helped us do those things.