THIS POEM IS NOT REALLY HERE


You’re a little bit much

You are not quite enough

 

Now push it on over

And watch it come up

 

 

 

You are not in the shape

That I thought you should be

 

Are you even all there?

Made of the same stuff as me?

 

 

 

Now I’m feeling unwound

And I look out of place

 

But you’re here

And I’m here

 

We are taking up space.