you say
you don’t want to take up space
uncomfortable in the presence
of your voice.
within the expansion
of your observations
I wonder who taught
you to be so small
to deflate asphyxiating
into the smallest
version of yourself.
I want to unfold you,
to unravel the defence
of your invisibility
until your breath
is as salient as mine
until the painful pressure
of my loneliness
in filling
all this relational space
singularly
deflates along
with the blown up
balloon edges i have held
taut with all my hot air.
