As simply as I was dead weight
as lightly as I was driftwood
I am only what you’re building here
in the spaces between what you say and what you won’t,
I live in what slightest silence allows me to imagine is true
and disappear with a single word,
disappear in every no, maybe and yes.
I used to grow smaller when I was small
I used to live in a process of elimination
in each step between here and gone,
innocent and guilty
until it turned out that there is a limit to how much of me you can eliminate
before I am just hunger and history
heavy and breathing hard
waiting for the spaces.