Somedays I wake up and everything feels too small.
I lose a year of life waiting for the coffee machine.
The news grates against the inside of my skull.
The dishes insult me from the sink.
My body is a mutiny –
I will not walk the dog.
I will not eat another bowl of oatmeal.
I will not sit at this desk for one more goddamn minute.
I’ve grown five sizes too big overnight
and I want to weep at how tight my own skin feels.
Somedays I wake up and everything feels too big.
I watch the sun come up;
blush and plum across indigo.
A universe sprouts in the slant of light against my desk.
My heart is a symphony –
I am lost in my own breath.
I am lost at how little I know.
I am lost at my own finite amount of time.
The world has become too full
and I want to rage at how insignificant I feel.
Life’s frustration and it’s fragility
exist in one heartbeat to the next.