By Finche Greene
i’m not too sure
how much space i take up
but i know it’s a lot—
i can never imagine my body
as anything more than a cut-out
photo pasted into every room
i’ve ever been in, edges
sharp against the rest of the scene
smiling like i don’t know
i’m out of place here
or anywhere really—well, i hope
you’re a good talker
because i’ve never met a ledge
i didn’t wanna get close to
never met a punishment
i couldn’t mousetrap myself into
i mean, i love bad tv & boys
with firework lifespans &
i can turn just about anything
into a long story if given the chance
i’m bad at math & obsessed
with keeping score
i’ve only ever been too much