I have to make a place for myself
I have to find ways to fold myself in
To reject, not having, a c c o m I d a t I o n
Who can spool over dripping tears of not being considered
I have to make
Add flower
Add wait here
Beat in a boiler
To thicken the progress
My legs, tired, from running
Tired from constantly considering myself
And making accommodations, folding myself inwardly
So my body unfolds
My mind, unites itself like a fallen soufflé
My heart is quiet
And I wait
With my head resting in my hand
Leaning like a leaf on a window seal
Waiting for inspiration.
