styrofoam never does break down
it stays and fills up space in the trash
harmless enough, you'd think
so cute and little and innocuous and unbecoming
for now, simply taking up space in the landfill that is my head
holding up the forgotten glasswork that is my heart
but i fear for the future
when you refuse to break down
and wreak havoc on my delicate ecosystem
people warn me of the crisis you would cause
that you would violate my very integrity
and choke the buzzard that is my judgment
and fill my throat with dead space
that you would stomp the rats and the mice that exist as my limbs
squash the roaches that are my dreams
they tell me i must have no sympathy for such an inconsiderate force
but it's so hard to believe the words they scream
because you seem so cute and innocuous and unbecoming
at the very least, i'd like to hide my fragile heart safely away in a box with you
